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EHOLD, where breathing love divine, &emsp;Our dying Mater tands! His weeping followers gathering round &emsp;Receive his lat commands.

From that mild teacher's parting lips &emsp;What tender accents fell! The gentle precept which he gave &emsp;Became its author well.

"Bles'd is the man, whoe oft'ning heart &emsp;"Feels all another's pain; "To whom the upplicating eye &emsp;"Was never rais'd in vain. Whoe