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Rh Whose leafy pride falls headlong shattering; My wife with finger nimble, dexterous, Moulding the while a hundred things at home.

There is a power enthralling human souls In equal dealings, in a lofty life, And lowly Love's unwearying ministry. One who inherits wisdom's treasure-house, And lives endow'd with more than wonted grace Of human faculty, may forge the gold Thereof to ignominious chains for men; Or twine the spiritual wealth, for their Deliverance, to cords of fair persuasion, Wooing their own endeavours after God. I wielding for the common use, not mine, A wider knowledge and a riper skill, Bestow'd free counsel or sincere reproof; Tended my children when their bodies ail'd; Lent a large heart to small perplexities. And simple tales of hourly human woe Have these a lowlier place allotted them? Yet they full surely have their post prepared