Yet not to Earth's contracted span When thousand worlds are round: Let not this weak, unknowing hand If I am right, thy grace impart, If I am wrong, oh teach my heart Save me alike from foolish Pride, Teach me to feel another's Woe, That mercy I to others show, Mean tho' I am, not wholly fo, O lead me wherefoe'er I go, Thro' this day's Life or Death This day, be bread and peace my lot : All elfe beneath the fun, Thou know'ft if best bestow'd or not, And let thy will be done. To Thee, whofe temple is all space, One chorus let all being raise ! VOL. III. MORAL ESSAYS IN FOUR EPISTLES то SEVERAL PERSONS. Eft brevitate opus, ut currat sententia, neu se HOR. |