Text: | Moderation, or the saint indeed |
Author: | Needham |
1 Happy the man whose cautious steps,
still keep the golden mean;
Whose life by wisdom's rules well form'd
Declares a conscience clean.
2 Not of himself he highly thinks,
Nor acts the boaster's part;
His modest tongue the language speaks
Of his still humbler heart.
3 Not in base scandal's arts he deals,
For truth dwells in his breast;
With grief he sees his neighbour's faults
And thinks and hopes the best.
4 What blessings bounteous heaven bestows
He takes with thankful heart
With temperance he both eats and drinks,
And gives the poor a part.
5 To sect or party, his large soul
Disdains to be confin'd;
The good he loves of every name
And prays for all mankind.
6 Pure is his zeal, the offspring fair
Of truth and heavenly love;
The bigot's rage can never dwell
Where rests the peaceful dove.
7 His business is to keep his heart,
Each passion to control;
Nobly ambitious well to rule
The empire of his soul.
8 Not on the world his heart is set,
His treasure is above;
Nothing beneath the sovereign good,
Can claim his highest love.
Text Information | |
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First Line: | Happy the man whose cautious steps |
Title: | Moderation, or the saint indeed |
Author: | Needham |
Meter: | C. M. |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1792 |
Scripture: | |
Topic: | Graces of the Spirit: Moderation; Moderation; Saint indeed |
Notes: | Public Domain. |