DID HE SMILE HIS WORK TO SEE

Now like a mighty wind they raise to

Heaven

the voice of song,
Or like

harmonious thunderings

the seats of Heaven among.

Beneath them sit the

aged men

, wise guardians of the poor;
Then cherish pity, lest you

drive an angel from your door.

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