On the Benefactions in the Late Frost

"Yes, ' is the time,' I cried, "impose the chain
Destined and due to wretches self-enslaved!'
But when I saw such charity remain,
I half could wish this people might be saved.
Faith lost, and hope, their charity begins;
And 'tis a wise design on pitying Heaven,
If this can, cover multitudes of sins,
To take the only way to be forgiven
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