Will cease to use the thunder and the rod;
A soul on earth, by crime and folly stain’d,
When here corrected has improvement gain’d;
In other state still more improved to grow,
And nobler powers in happier world to know;
New strength to use in each divine employ,
And more enjoying, looking to more joy.
A pleasing vision! could we thus be sure
Polluted souls would be at length so pure;
The view is happy, we may think it just,