By love directed, and in mercy meant

By love directed, and in mercy meant, Are trials suffer'd, and afflictions sent. To stem impetuous passion's furious tide; To curb the insolence of prosp'rous pride; To wean from earth, and bid our wishes soar To that blest clime, where pain shall be no more, Where wearied virtue shall for refuge fly, And every tear be wip'd from ev'ry eye.