The triumph of music a poem: in six cantos ... by William Hayley |
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HYMN TO PITY.
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HYMN TO PITY.
MILDEST of Heaven's etherial host
By human thought descried!
Favourite of God! creation's boast!
To earth her Saviour's guide!
O Pity! for thy aid
How oft has nature pray'd?
How oft does she that aid embrace?
Wherever evil may God's work deface,
That conquer'd demon feels thy renovating grace.
By human thought descried!
Favourite of God! creation's boast!
To earth her Saviour's guide!
O Pity! for thy aid
How oft has nature pray'd?
How oft does she that aid embrace?
Wherever evil may God's work deface,
That conquer'd demon feels thy renovating grace.
Tho' in our sublunary maze,
In this o'erclouded sphere,
Thou oft may'st seem, in stormy days,
To drop a fruitless tear;
Yet nobly hast thou sped;
Each tear, by pity shed,
A star in future Heavens shall shine;
When all the myriads of redemption join
To glorify their God, his glory will be thine.
In this o'erclouded sphere,
Thou oft may'st seem, in stormy days,
To drop a fruitless tear;
Yet nobly hast thou sped;
Each tear, by pity shed,
A star in future Heavens shall shine;
When all the myriads of redemption join
To glorify their God, his glory will be thine.
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