When our relief from such resources rise,
All painful sense of obligation dies;
And grateful feelings in the bosom wake,
For ’tis their offerings, not their alms we take.
“Long may these founts of Charity remain,
And never shrink, but to be fill’d again;
True! to the Author they are now confined,
To him who gave the treasure of his mind,
His time, his health, - and thankless found mankind:
But there is hope that from these founts may flow