THE VIRTUOUS
Salt of the earth ye virtuous few, Who season human kind ! Light of the world, whoso cheering ray Illumes the realms of mind ! Where misery spreads her deepest shade, Your strong compassion glows : From your blest lips the halm distils That softens mortal woes. By dying beds, in prison glooms, Your frequent steps are found ; Angels of love ! you hover near, To bind the stranger’s wound. Y r ou lift on high the warning voice, When public ills prevail: Yours is the writing on the wall That turns the tyrant pale. Mrs, Barhauld,
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Freethought Review, Volume I, Issue 2, 1 November 1883, Page 4
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95THE VIRTUOUS Freethought Review, Volume I, Issue 2, 1 November 1883, Page 4
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