And we shall stand where angels seldom stand,

And devils almost pity when they stand,--

Whose being, is of love, whose band is pow'r,

Whose breath is life, whose noblest attribute,--

The one most worthy of thyself~-is mercy!

Were these of thine immortal will conceived?

Has thy hand shaped them out the forms they wear?

Has thy breath made them quick with, breathing life?