LOVE, JOY AND PLEASURE.
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And Charity came with her robe of light,
And she led the wanderers home;
She warned them and wept o'er the woes of the night,
And she welcomed them in with a smile so bright,
That Pleasure forgot to roam.
And she led the wanderers home;
She warned them and wept o'er the woes of the night,
And she welcomed them in with a smile so bright,
That Pleasure forgot to roam.
And she led them to Religion's shrine,
Where Hope was humbly kneeling,
And there the tears of Joy did shine
With a light more dazzling, more divine,—
They were mingled with tears of feeling.
Where Hope was humbly kneeling,
And there the tears of Joy did shine
With a light more dazzling, more divine,—
They were mingled with tears of feeling.
There Love's wild wings shone calmly bright,
As over the altar he waved them;
There Pleasure folded her pinions light,
And fondly gazed with a sacred delight
On the scroll which Charity gave them.
As over the altar he waved them;
There Pleasure folded her pinions light,
And fondly gazed with a sacred delight
On the scroll which Charity gave them.
