Yet not in vain that voice was given,
Which, often as it bless’d the air,
Inform’d us what was heard in heaven.
Sure, when renew’d thy powers shall rise,
To hymn before th’ empyreal throne,
Angels shall start in wild surprise,
To hear a note so like their own!
They appeared in a paper of limited circulation and would now possess to most readers the charm of novelty. The English of these lines seems to the writer of this to fall upon the ear with hardly less mellifluence than the fine latinity of Wranghams’s.
Your humble servant,
A FRIEND TO YOUR WORK.
Boston, March 1810.