Woe to earth, and all her seed! Lo, the marvels passing strange Orders all, as King of kings, Stand in courage, stand in faith! Yea, come quickly! Savior, come! I NUMBER you by thousands, unseen friends, Far as the noble brotherhood extends Of Saxon hearts and tongues o'er land and sea: How rich am I in love! the sweet amends For all whatever little else of pain Some few unkindly cause ;- most rich in love, From mine own home to earth's remotest ends: Let me then count my store, my glorious gain, This wealth, that my poor merit far transcends, Your loving kindness, echoing from above The Highest Blessing on my works and ways, Ev dove ayabé, my Father's praise : Yea, let me thank you; let my heart outpour Hived in the West, upon that busy shore Where fair Columbia, Britain's child, is throned Imperial, yet with empire all unowned, O generous friends! - another cordial band, From North to South,- because I thus am blest! Aye blest indeed above the lot of men, And rich in joys that reach the true sublime! For that the magic-music of my pen Hath won such wealth of love in every clime, To children's children, reigning in the mind, Ah me! not so: this thought of pride destroys: Give God the praise: His blessings send this store Of unseen friends by thousands evermore! ΘΕΩ ΔΟΞΑ. |