By virtue's precepts to controul The thirsty cravings of the soul, Is over wider realms to reign Unenvied monarch, than if Spain You could to distant Lybia join, And both the Carthages were thine.

We have read so many books that turn it 'the seamy side outward,' and point out the joins as if it was a glove, that we cannot condescend to it.

With arms upraised the mighty chorus join, Until his heart is filled with joy divine; And thus they sing with more than royal praise, Their love for him in every face doth blaze.