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BENEFICENCE
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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?
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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?
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These are the dim precursors kind,That, in mysterious symbols, tell
Of realms, enduring and refined,
Where soon the pure in heart will dwell.
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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!
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