Chariots of fire, horses of fire—encamp,
To keep thee safe for heaven!
Mrs. Ellet.
13. To cheer with sweet repast the fainting guest,
To lull the weary on the couch of rest,
To warm the traveller, numb'd with winter cold,
The young to cherish, to support the old,
The sad to shelter, and the lost direct—
These are your cares, and this your glorious task;
Can heaven a nobler give, or mortals ask?