Classic Poem

WRITTEN FOR THE CHORAL FUND , 1799.

SET TO MUSIC BY DR. ARNOLD .

Pining in want, with grief oppress'd,
The mother sighs her child to rest,
And mourns a husband's early doom,
Whose stringless lyre adorns his tomb.

Then let's invoke that cherub of the sky,
Whose grief-relieving hand, and angel eye,
Brings comfort to the sons of harmony;
'Tis heav'n's benignant offspring — Charity!

At her approach disease and pain
Fly from the bed of want and care;
Her dove-like eyes revive again
The helpless victims of despair!

Ye aged vot'ries of the lyre,
Whom fortune's chilling frowns oppress
Let gratitude your breast inspire
To him who pities your distress!

He who, in mercy, governs all!
Nor heedless views " a sparrow fall, "
Beholds your silent grief;
And in the winter of your years,
Sends charity to dry your tears,
And beam divine relief!

Then let's invoke that cherub of the sky,
Whose grief-relieving hand, and angel eye,
Brings comfort to the sons of harmony;
'Tis heav'n's benignant offspring — Charity!