Classic Poem

BY THE SAME .

Hail , heav'n-born Mercy, offspring of the skies,
With mild compassion beaming in thine eyes!
Sweet seraph, softer than the breath of spring,
How shall the muse thine ev'ry beauty sing!
Prostrate and pleasing, she beholds thee bend
At Heav'n's high throne, and hears thy pray'rs ascend.
The host of angels cease their charming song,
To lean and listen to thy moving tongue;
The sword of justice, at thy powerful call,
From her uplifted hand is seen to fall;
The Saviour of the world admir'd to see
And left the realms of Paradise for thee!
For thee, fair suppliant, he resign'd his breath,
For thee, endur'd th'envenom'd sting of death!