BENEFICENCE
1
OH! have we never seen an eye,
Pure as the infant's at its birth;
The look of some superior sky,
Allied to heaven, though found on earth?
2
A rich, a soul-subduing gleam,
That with the blush of angels shone;
Brief as the moon-beam on the stream!
A glance, that thrill'd us, and was gone?
3
These are the dim precursors kind,
That, in mysterious symbols, tell
Of realms, enduring and refined,
Where soon the pure in heart will dwell.
4
This gleam of sunshine after storm,
This look benign, this eye of love,
Just emblem, in their faintest form,
The pleasures of the world above!
