No evil counsels in his breast abide, There joy, and love, and gratitude reside. The wish that Roman necks in one were found, That he who form'd the wish might deal the wound, This man had never heard; but of the kind, Is that desire which rises in his mind; He'd have all English hands (for further he 50 Cannot conceive extends our charity), All but his own, in one right-hand to grow, And then what hearty shake would he bestow! "How rose the building?"--Piety first laid A strong foundation, but she wanted aid; To Wealth unwieldy was her prayer address'd, Who largely gave, and she the donor bless'd. Unwieldy Wealth then to his couch withdrew, And took the sweetest sleep he ever knew. Then busy Vanity sustain'd her part, 60 "And much," she said, "it moved her tender heart; To her all kinds of man's distress were known, And all her heart adopted as its own." Then Science came--his talents he display'd, And Charity with joy the dome survey'd; Skill, Wealth, and Vanity, obtain the fame, And Piety, the joy that makes no claim. Patrons there are, and governors, from whom The greater aid and guiding orders come; Who voluntary cares and labours take, 70 The sufferers' servants for the service' sake. Of these a part I give you--but a part-- Some hearts are hidden; some have not a heart. First let me praise--for so I best shall paint-- That pious moralist, that reasoning saint! Can I of worth like thine, Eusebius, speak? The man is willing, but the muse is weak;-- 'Tis thine to wait on wo! to soothe! to heal! With learning social, and polite with zeal: In thy pure breast although the passions dwell, 80 They're train'd by virtue and no more rebel; But have so long been active on her side, That passion now might be itself the guide. Law, conscience, honour, all obey'd; all give Th' approving voice, and make it bliss to live; While faith, when life can nothing more supply, Shall strengthen hope, and make it bliss to die. He preaches, speaks and writes with manly sense-- No weak neglect, no laboured eloquence; Goodness and wisdom are in all his ways, 90 The rude revere him and the wicked praise. Upon humility his virtues grow, And tower so high because so fix'd below; As wider spreads the oak his boughs around, When deeper with his roots he digs the solid ground. By him, from ward to ward, is every aid The sufferer needs with every care convey'd. Like the good tree he brings his treasure forth, And, like the tree, unconscious of his worth; Meek as the poorest Publican is he, 100 And strict as lives the straitest Pharisee; Of both, in him unite the better part-- The blameless conduct and the humble heart. Yet he escapes not; he, with some, is wise