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Rh On feeling hearts she sheds celestial dew, And breathes her spirit o'er th' enlighten'd few; From soul to soul the spreading influence steals, Till every breast the soft contagion feels. She bears, exulting, to the burning shore The loveliest office Angel ever bore; To vindicate the pow'r in Heaven ador'd, To still the clank of chains, and sheathe the sword; To cheer the mourner, and with soothing hands From bursting hearts unbind th' Oppressor's bands; To raise the lustre of the Christian name, And clear the foulest blot that dims its fame. As the mild Spirit hovers o'er the coast, A fresher hue the wither'd landscapes boast; Her healing smiles the ruin'd scenes repair, And blasted Nature wears a joyous air.