And smiling Charity, with constant care,
Where’er distress appears, her succour lend.
In the drear season of embitter’d woe,
Oh! may the sons of opulence and ease
Feel pity’s genial animating glow,
Nor suffer avarice their soul to freeze!
May they, whene’er the child of want is seen,
Dispense their warm benevolence around,—
The hapless suff’rer from misfortune screen,
Nor to a narrow sphere their mercies bound!