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Hymns that should mount on wings above, To him, the GOD of ! And is yon flame of ruthless war, That spreads destruction's reign afar, The incense taught by man to blaze, For him, who dwells in mercy's rays? Mortals! if angels grief might know, From angels if a tear might flow, For you celestial woes might rise, And pity dim a seraph's eyes; Yet, mortals! oft, thro' mists and tears, Your bright original appears, Gleams thro' the veil, with radiant smile, A sun-beam on a ruin'd pile! Exulting, oft the forms I trace, Of moral grandeur, beauty, grace; That speak your pow'rs for glory giv'n,   That still reveal the Heir of Heav'n!    Not yet extinct your heav'nly fire, For cherubs oft its beams admire!