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And thou, the radiant messenger of truth, Deck'd with perennial charms, unfading youth! Oh! thou, whose pinions as they wave, diffuse All Hybla's fragrance and all Hermon's dews; Thou! in whose cause hare martyrs died serene, In soul triumphant, and august in mien! Oh! bright Religion! spread thy spotless robe, Salvation's mantle, o'er a guilty globe! Oh! let thine ark, where'er the billows roll, Borne on their bosom, float from pole to pole! Each distant isle and lonely coast explore, And bear the olive-branch to ev'ry shore! Come, Seraph! come: fair pity in thy train, Shall sweetly breathe her soul-dissolving strain; While her blue eyes thro' tears benignly beam, Soft as the moon-light, quivering on the stream! Come, Seraph! come, around thy form shall play, Diffusive glories of celestial day! Oh! let each clime thy noon of lustre share, And rapture hail the perfect and the fair!