At every view he meditates a prayer:
No evil counsels in his breast abide,
There joy, and love, and gratitude reside.
The wish that Roman necks in one were found,
That he who form’d the wish might deal the wound,
This man had never heard; but of the kind,
Is that desire which rises in his mind;
He’d have all English hands (for further he
Cannot conceive extends our charity),
All but his own, in one right-hand to grow,