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Poetry.
And is that sacred promise vain—The promise of eternal gain , And everlasting bliss ? In such a world as this , Where selfishness and passion have control O ' er all the nobler feelings of the soul , — Where lendid Vice smile and be caress'd
sp may , While pining Virtue , wounded and distress'd , Crush'd down by sorrow , and deprived of health , In vain may plead to pamper'd Pride , and Wealth In such a world—deny it , ye who can ! — Man is a tyrant to his fellow-man .
The being but of transient breath , This hour in life—the next in death—May proudly domineer O'er all beneath him here , As if his wordly pow ' r were his for ever ! Forgetting that an hour the tie may sever—Forgetting that his wealth is nothing worth
, When he shall be a lifeless clod of earth ! O Pride ! thou enemy of human kind ! To reason and to truth for ever blind ! Deign but to think and feel , and thou wilt learn , That thou art but a wretched slave in turn !
Thou art a willing slave of self , In thy desire of wordly pelf , And well may pity smile To see thy senseless toil ; For gain of what thou never can ' st enjoy . ' The love of self must weaken and destroy The love of others ; thou can ' st never know The sacred blessings that exhaustless flow
From Charity ' s pure fountain , ever bright , The only source on earth of true delight . 'Would ' st thou be happy ?—Learn to raise and bless Thy fellow-man , and live in happiness !
Seek mental harmony divine , To prove a feeling heart is thine , And then this life will be A scene of joy for thee . And joy for others ; Heav ' n upon thy way Will give thee peace and blessings through the day , And thou , a steward of the riches giv ' n , st for threward in
May'humbly hope y Heav ' n . O man ! thy folly and thy pride of birth , Prove thee the weakest creature on the earth ! Goodness is greatness , if but truly knoivn , And worth is not in worldly rank alone ; For GOD may give , as boundless wisdom can , The noblest feelings to the poorest man . " W . H .
Note: This text has been automatically extracted via Optical Character Recognition (OCR) software.
Poetry.
And is that sacred promise vain—The promise of eternal gain , And everlasting bliss ? In such a world as this , Where selfishness and passion have control O ' er all the nobler feelings of the soul , — Where lendid Vice smile and be caress'd
sp may , While pining Virtue , wounded and distress'd , Crush'd down by sorrow , and deprived of health , In vain may plead to pamper'd Pride , and Wealth In such a world—deny it , ye who can ! — Man is a tyrant to his fellow-man .
The being but of transient breath , This hour in life—the next in death—May proudly domineer O'er all beneath him here , As if his wordly pow ' r were his for ever ! Forgetting that an hour the tie may sever—Forgetting that his wealth is nothing worth
, When he shall be a lifeless clod of earth ! O Pride ! thou enemy of human kind ! To reason and to truth for ever blind ! Deign but to think and feel , and thou wilt learn , That thou art but a wretched slave in turn !
Thou art a willing slave of self , In thy desire of wordly pelf , And well may pity smile To see thy senseless toil ; For gain of what thou never can ' st enjoy . ' The love of self must weaken and destroy The love of others ; thou can ' st never know The sacred blessings that exhaustless flow
From Charity ' s pure fountain , ever bright , The only source on earth of true delight . 'Would ' st thou be happy ?—Learn to raise and bless Thy fellow-man , and live in happiness !
Seek mental harmony divine , To prove a feeling heart is thine , And then this life will be A scene of joy for thee . And joy for others ; Heav ' n upon thy way Will give thee peace and blessings through the day , And thou , a steward of the riches giv ' n , st for threward in
May'humbly hope y Heav ' n . O man ! thy folly and thy pride of birth , Prove thee the weakest creature on the earth ! Goodness is greatness , if but truly knoivn , And worth is not in worldly rank alone ; For GOD may give , as boundless wisdom can , The noblest feelings to the poorest man . " W . H .