And health enhance the hour that flies,
Till life shall ebb, no more to flow.
ADDRESS TO PITY.
Hail, lovely power! celestial maid!
Soft, pleasing Pity, hail!
Whose gentle influence, balmy aid,
Suspends Affliction’s tale.
Mild as the dew salutes the earth,
Ere morn begins to appear,
Thou giv’st to hope and gladness birth.