Hark! 'Tis the Saviour of Mankind

1. Hark! 'Tis the Saviour of mankind Speaks to his chosen few;
3. " Yes, should deception still prevail, And blind the people's eyes,
'Tis he who leads the wandering blind In ways they could not know.
In my great day I'll rend the veil From all beneath the skies.
2. 'Tis he who says, " Go forth my friends, Proclaim my truth and grace;
4. " Then every eye shall see the grace You now in faith declare.
Inform each soul my love extends To all of Adam's race.
And I myself, from every face, Will wipe off every tear. "

Happy New Year! Happy New Year!

Happy New Year! Happy New Year!
I've come to wish you a Happy New Year.
I've got a little pocket and it is very thin,
Please give me a penny to put some money in.
If you haven't got a penny, a halfpenny will do,
If you haven't got a halfpenny, well —
God Bless You!

Epitaph on William Hogarth, An

The Hand of Art here torpid lies
That wav'd th' essential Form of Grace,
Here death has clos'd the curious eyes
That saw the manners in the face.
If Genius warm thee, Reader, stay,
If Merit touch thee, shed a tear,
Be Vice and Dulness far away
Great Hogarth's honour'd Dust is here.

Miniature

The grey beards wag, the bald heads nod,
And gather thick as bees,
To talk electrons, gases, God,
Old nebulae, new fleas.
Each specialist, each dry-as-dust
And professorial oaf,
Holds up his little crumb of crust
And cries, " Behold the loaf!"

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