William Cowper

True Charity, a plant divinely nurs'd.

True Charity, a plant divinely nurs'd.

Be it a weakness, it deserves some praise,
We love the play-place of our early days;
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Be it a weakness, it deserves some praise,
We love the play-place of our early days;
The scene is touching, and the heart is stone,
That feels not at that sight, and feels at none.

It chills my blood to hear the blest Supreme Rudely appealed to on each trifling theme.

It chills my blood to hear the blest Supreme Rudely appealed to on each trifling theme.

The sounding jargon of the schools.

The sounding jargon of the schools.

Call'd to the temple of impure delight
He that abstains, and he alone, does right.
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Call'd to the temple of impure delight
He that abstains, and he alone, does right.
If a wish wander that way, call it home;
He cannot long be safe whose wishes roam.