Werner

Eternal God! Whose being, is of love, whose band is pow'r, Whose breath is life, whose noblest attribute,— The one most worthy of thyself-is mercy! Were these of thine immortal will conceived? Has thy hand shaped them out the forms they wear? Has thy breath made them quick with, breathing life? And is thy mercy to their wailings deaf? Poor creatures! I bad deemed that in my breast Grief had congealed the hidden fount of tears, But ye have drawn them from their frozen source And I do weep for you!