CHARITY. Quâ nihil majus meliusve terris HOR. lib. iv. ode 2. AIREST and foremost of the train that wait On man's most dignified and happiest state, Whether we name thee Charity or Love, Chief grace below, and all in all above, Prosper (I press thee with a powerful plea) A task I venture on, impelled by thee: Oh never seen but in thy blest effects, Or felt but in the soul that Heaven selects; Who seeks to praise thee, and to make thee known And, though disgraced and slighted, to redeem God, working ever on a social plan, By various ties attaches man to man: He made at first, though free and unconfined, Steered Britain's oak into a world unknown, Nor would endure that any should control His freeborn brethren of the southern pole. But, though some nobler minds a law respect, That none shall with impunity neglect, In baser souls unnumbered evils meet, To thwart its influence, and its end defeat. While Cook is loved for savage lives he saved, Where wast thou then, sweet Charity? where then, Wast thou in monkish cells and nunneries found, Harbour in the South Seas visited by Cook. No!-Mammon makes the world his legatee Tricked out of all his royalty by art, That stripped him bare, and broke his honest heart, For scorning what they taught him to detest. The robber and the murderer weak as we? Thou, that hast wasted earth, and dared despise And made the mountains tremble at his frown? And Vengeance executes what Justice wills. |