That to our better Nature cleaves;
Or was there not the Guard within,
His Strength who in his Lord believes; 20
Did not that healing Touch controul
The Evil that assaults the Soul?
Knew ye not, as your Race ye ran,
And felt the Passions’ strong alarms,
That He who came and died for Man
Had blest and held you in His Arms?
Ye were a favour’d few; but all