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Spirit of Charity, dispense
Thy grace to every heart;
Drive felf from every part;
Break the chains in which we lie!
All selfish souls, whate'er they feign,
Have still a flavish lot;
He whose bosom glows with Thee,
Oh bleffedness, all bliss above,
All other leffons fail:
We learn its name, but not its powers,
9. HAPPY SOLITUDE-UNHAPPY
Y heart is easy, and my burden light;
The more my woes in fecret I deplore,
There, while a folemn ftillness reigns around, Faith, Love, and Hope within my foul abound; And, while the world fuppofe me loft in care, The joys of angels, unperceived, I share.
Thy creatures wrong thee, O thou fovereign Good! Thou art not loved, because not understood; This grieves me most, that vain pursuits beguile Ungrateful men, regardless of thy fmile.
Frail beauty and false honour are adored;
10. LIVING WATER.
HE fountain in its fource
No drought of fummer fears;
But shallow cifterns yield
A fcanty fhort fupply;
The morning fees them amply fill'd,
At evening they are dry.
11. TRUTH AND DIVINE LOVE REJECTED
BY THE WORLD.
pure and heavenly birth!
And, more perverse and daring still,
Whence comes it, that, your power the fame
Or heart that makes you welcome here?-
The world is proud, and cannot bear
Then, let the price be what it
12. DIVINE JUSTICE AMIABLE.
HOU hast no lightnings, O thou just!
Or I their force should know;
And, if thou strike me into dust,
Than it adores thy ways,
A subject of its praise.
Pleased I could lie, conceal'd and lost,
In shades of central night;
But lest I grieve thy sight.
Smite me, O Thou, whom I provoke !
And I will love thee ftill:
Shall please me, though it kill.
The worst thou canst devise : And dare I seek thy throne again,
And meet thy sacred eyes ?
Far from afflicting, Thou art kind;
And, in my saddest hours, An unction of thy grace I find,
Pervading all my powers.
Alas! Thou sparest me yet again;
I have no punishment to fear;
13. THE SOUL THAT LOVES GOD FINDS HIM EVERY WHERE.
H Thou, by long experience tried,
I pass my years of banishment!
All scenes alike engaging prove
To fouls impress'd with facred Love!
To me remains nor place nor time;
I can be calm and free from care
While place we feek, or place we shun,