Several Occasions.
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Deny me Grandeur, Heav'n; but Goodness grant!
A King is less illustrious than a Saint:
Hail, holy Virtue! come thou heav'nly Guest,
Come, fix thy pleasing Empire in my Breast!
Thou know'st her Influence, Friend! thy chearful Mien
Proclaims the Innocence and Peace within;
Such Joys as none but Sons of Virtue know,
Shine in thy Face, and in thy Bosom glow.
A King is less illustrious than a Saint:
Hail, holy Virtue! come thou heav'nly Guest,
Come, fix thy pleasing Empire in my Breast!
Thou know'st her Influence, Friend! thy chearful Mien
Proclaims the Innocence and Peace within;
Such Joys as none but Sons of Virtue know,
Shine in thy Face, and in thy Bosom glow.
So when the holy Mount the Prophet trod,
And talk'd familiar as a Friend with God;
Cæleftial Radiance every Feature shed,
And ambient Glories dawn'd around his Head.
And talk'd familiar as a Friend with God;
Cæleftial Radiance every Feature shed,
And ambient Glories dawn'd around his Head.
Sure what th' unthinking Great mistaken call
Their Happiness, is Folly, Folly all!
Their Happiness, is Folly, Folly all!
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