BY WM. ALEXANDER.
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Art! what were mankind destitute of thee?
Religion’s handmaid oft do we thee find,
As to thy polished car seek’st thou to bind
True elegance with sweet utility—
Long, wide, extensive is thy magic sway,
O’er matter all inanimate and mind,
E’en savage man thou teachest to be kind,
And charmest his rude soul with thy harmony;