Theirs is a gracious bounty, form'd to raise
Him whom it aids; their charity is praise;
A common bounty may relieve distress,
But whom the vulgar succour, they oppress;
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This, though a favour, is an honour too;
Though mercy's duty, yet 'tis merit's due:
When our relief from such resources rise,
All painful sense of obligation dies;
And grateful feelings in the bosom wake,