HYMN to PROSPERITY

Celestial maid! receive this pray'r, If e'er thy beam divine Should gild the brow of toiling care, And bless a hut like mine,

Let humble worth, without a fear, Approach my ready door, Nor let me ever see a tear, Regardless, from the poor!

O bless me with an honest mind, Above all selfish ends, Humanely warm to all mankind, And cordial to my friends.

With conscious truth and honour still My actions let me guide, And have no fear, but that of ill, No scorn, but that of pride.

Thus form'd, thus happy, let me dare On Heav'n's dreak King to gaze, Conclude my night in ardent pray'r, And wake my morn with praise.

That hence my soul may hope to prove The utmost saints can know; And share His gracious smile above, Whose laws she kept below.