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Blame as thou mayest the Papist's erring creed, But not their salutary rite of even! The prayers that from a pious soul proceed, Tho' misdirected, reach the ear of Heaven. Us unto whom a purer faith is given, As our best birthright it behoves to hold The precious charge. But, oh, beware the leaven Which makes the heart of charity grow cold! We own one Shepherd, we shall be at last one fold.

Thinkest thou the little company who here Pour forth their hymn devout at close of day, Feel it no aid that those who hold them dear, At the same hour the self-same homage pay, Commending them to Heaven when far away? That the sweet bells are heard in solemn chime Thro' all the happy towns of Paraguay, Where now their brethren in one point of time Join in the general prayer, with sympathy sublime?