Or in a richer volume, humbly read 610
The blessing promised to one kindly deed;
Not unrequited, for the master’s sake
We give the cup, his pilgrim’s thirst to slake.
And when Benevolence, with accents bland,
Endears the largess of the ready hand, 615
The off’ring on no barren shrine is laid,
The vow to no ungracious master paid;
But the Redeemer’s mild approving smile
Beams on the sacrifice and lights the pile.