Of man, the glory; of Divinity, a type and kind;
Thy purity, Love, and Life, is Substance found in Mind.
'Tis thine to lift the soul above blind passion's sway,
'Tis thine, the mourner's tears to wipe away,
'Tis thine to give new hope, where hope itself hath fled;
And thine to heal the sick by Love-light fed;
To give to earth its charm, to life Soul's zest,—
One gladsome task—to bless and to be blest.
