And those who seek—must seek it in the skies!

Seek it through Him who, humbling human pride,

Wept o'er man's fall, and for his ransom died;

Poured out his blood on the accursed tree,

To break the chain and set the captive free.

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Heaven bowed its glory on the cross to teach

That greatness man's lost nature could not reach,

The true humility, which stoops to rise,

And, leaving earth, claims kindred with the skies.

How many pages have been blotted o'er

With heartfelt tears, that now are read no more;

And, like the eyes that long have ceased to weep,

In dust and darkness quite forgotten sleep!

Dead to the world as if they ne'er had been

The favoured actors in one little scene.

The scene is changed—and, like their fleeting-fame,

The fickle world adores another name.

They knew the price at which its praise was bought;

The glittering bauble was not worth a thought;

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