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Since to the port of happiness unknown
He brought that treasure which you call your own.
The gift of heaven entrusted to your hand
Cheerful resign at the divine command:
Mot at your bar must Sovereign Wisdom stand.
A HYMN TO HUMANITY.
To S.P.G., Esq.
Lo! for this dark terrestrial ball,
Forsakes his azure paved hall,
A prince of heavenly birth!
Divine Humanity behold,
What wonders rise, what charms unfold
At his descent to earth!
The bosoms of the great and good
With wonder and delight he viewed,
And fixed his empire there:
Him close compressing to his breast
The sire of Gods and men addressed,
"My son, my heavenly fair!
"Descend to earth, there place thy throne
"To succor man's afflicted son,
"Each human heart inspire:
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