Note: This text has been automatically extracted via Optical Character Recognition (OCR) software.
Poetry.
FAITH . By Faith what miracles in distant times were done ! The leper cleans'd—to sight restor'd the blind— « - By that the widow sav'd her darling son — And Death his fruitless dart to Faith resign'd , HOPE .
O fairest , sweetest , harbinger of joy ! Whose aid supreme with gratitude we own ; Clieer'd with thy smiles we human ills defy , And drive Despair in shackles from thy throne ; AIR I . Tho' throbbhig griefs the soul oppress , And fill the heart with deep distress , x
Whilst each fond joy ' s withheld ; "Yet . when fair Hope her visage shows , The mind inspir'd with rapture glows , ' And ev ' ry pang's expell'd 1 When conscious sin the dying wretch reproves , Whilst from his quiv ' ring lip the doubtful pray ' r is sent J He asks for Hope , she comes , his fear removes , His mind enlightens , and he dies content !
CHARITY . Fair Charily next , Masonic patroness ! Merits that praise which only hearts can give ; - No words can her unrivaU'd worth express ; Her glowing virtues in the soul must live . The wretched widow , plung'd in streaming woes ,. Bereft of husband , competence , and friends ,
Finds no allay , no balmy quiet knows , Till Heav ' n-born Charity ev ' ry comfort sends . The helpless orphan wand'ring quite forlorn , Sends forth his little soul in piteous moan ; In lisping murmurs rues he e ' er was born , And thinks , in infant-griefs , he stands alone ! Tims plaintive wailing he relief despairs .
, No tender parent to assuage his pain ; No friend but Charity *—she dispels his cares— . Father and mother both in her remain . AIR II . AN ALLEGORY ON CHAKITV . As Poverty latein a fit of despair
, , Was healing her bosom and tearing her hair , Smiling Hope came ( o ask—what her countenance tol ( I- »» That she there lay expiring with hunger and cold . Come , rise . ! said the sweet rosy herald of joy , .. And the torments you sutler I'll quickly destroy ; Take me by the hand , all your griefs I'll dispel , ' - ' And I'll lead you for succour to Charit y ' s cell .
Note: This text has been automatically extracted via Optical Character Recognition (OCR) software.
Poetry.
FAITH . By Faith what miracles in distant times were done ! The leper cleans'd—to sight restor'd the blind— « - By that the widow sav'd her darling son — And Death his fruitless dart to Faith resign'd , HOPE .
O fairest , sweetest , harbinger of joy ! Whose aid supreme with gratitude we own ; Clieer'd with thy smiles we human ills defy , And drive Despair in shackles from thy throne ; AIR I . Tho' throbbhig griefs the soul oppress , And fill the heart with deep distress , x
Whilst each fond joy ' s withheld ; "Yet . when fair Hope her visage shows , The mind inspir'd with rapture glows , ' And ev ' ry pang's expell'd 1 When conscious sin the dying wretch reproves , Whilst from his quiv ' ring lip the doubtful pray ' r is sent J He asks for Hope , she comes , his fear removes , His mind enlightens , and he dies content !
CHARITY . Fair Charily next , Masonic patroness ! Merits that praise which only hearts can give ; - No words can her unrivaU'd worth express ; Her glowing virtues in the soul must live . The wretched widow , plung'd in streaming woes ,. Bereft of husband , competence , and friends ,
Finds no allay , no balmy quiet knows , Till Heav ' n-born Charity ev ' ry comfort sends . The helpless orphan wand'ring quite forlorn , Sends forth his little soul in piteous moan ; In lisping murmurs rues he e ' er was born , And thinks , in infant-griefs , he stands alone ! Tims plaintive wailing he relief despairs .
, No tender parent to assuage his pain ; No friend but Charity *—she dispels his cares— . Father and mother both in her remain . AIR II . AN ALLEGORY ON CHAKITV . As Poverty latein a fit of despair
, , Was healing her bosom and tearing her hair , Smiling Hope came ( o ask—what her countenance tol ( I- »» That she there lay expiring with hunger and cold . Come , rise . ! said the sweet rosy herald of joy , .. And the torments you sutler I'll quickly destroy ; Take me by the hand , all your griefs I'll dispel , ' - ' And I'll lead you for succour to Charit y ' s cell .