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Who voluntary cares and labours take,
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!