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4 That prize with peerless glories bright,
Which shall new lustre boast,
Must blend in common dust.
2 Here giant danger threatening stands,
Mustering his pale, terriffic bands ;
And willing souls are captive led.
engage; The meanest foe of all the train
Has thousands and ten thousands slain. 4 Thou tread'st upon enchanted ground;
Deceitful snares beset thee round;
C. P. M.
1 Be it my only wisdom here,
With loving gratitude :
And walking in the good.
2 O may I still from sin depart;
Father, to me be given ;
And find my way to heaven.
P. M. TICKNOR'S COL. 1 This world is not a fleeting show,
For man's illusion given;
There's something here of heaven. 2 And he who walks life's thorny way,
With feelings calm and even,
Feels something here of heaven.
And all his foes forgiven,
On earth has tasted heaven.
W o'rton. 1 How happy is he born or taught,
Who serveth not another's will;
And simple truth his highest skill : 2 Whose passions not his masters are :
Whose soul is still prepared for death ;
3 Who God doth late and early pray
More of his grace than goods to lend,
C. M. TATE AND BRADY. 1 LORD, who's the happy man, that may
To thy blest courts repair ;
But to inhabit there?
By rules of virtue moves;
The thing his heart disproves. 3 Who never did a slander forge,
His neighbor's fame to wound,
By malice whispered round.
Can treat with just neglect ;
Has ever firmly stood;
Yet makes his promise good.
BEDDOME. 1 Am I an Israelite indeed,
Without a false disguise ?
My refuges of lies?
2 Say, does my heart unchanged remain,
Or is it formed anew ?
The object I pursue ?
My real state to know ;
If right, preserve me so.
Roscoe. 1 This is the first and great command
To love thy God above;
Thy neighbor thou shalt love.
The help which thou canst give;
This do, and thou shalt live.
DRUMMOND. 1 As body when the soul has fled,
As barren trees, decayed and dead,
If not of righteous deeds the spring. 2 One cup of healing oil and wine,
One tear-drop shed on mercy's shrine,
Than lifted eye or bended knee. 3 To doers only of the word,
Propitious is the righteous Lord;
1 Had I the tongues of Greeks and Jews,
And nobler speech than angels use,
Like tinkling brass, an empty sound. 2 Were I inspired to preach and tell
All that is done in heaven and hell ;
Still, I am nothing without love. 3 Should I distribute all my store,
To feed the cravings of the poor ;
To gain a martyr's glorious name; 4 If love to God and love to men
Be absent, all my hopes are vain :
At thine altar when we bow ?
Sorrow leaves the wounded breast; 2 Willing hands to lead the blind,
Bind the wounded, feed the poor ;