When lo! a winged boy I spy'd "But what a wretch I've made of thee!" HYMN IN THE ORATORIO OF ABEL. HOW chearful along the gay mead, The flocks as they carelessly feed, Shall man, the great master of all, Forbid it, Devotion and Love. My lips fhall inceffantly praife, My foul fhall be wrapt in my God! THE END. |