Goodness -
GOODNESS .
Y E seraphs, who God's throne encircling still,
With holy zeal your golden censors fill:
Ye flaming ministers, to distant lands
Who bear, obsequious, his divine commands;
Ye cherubs, who compose the sacred choir,
Attuning to the voice the' angelic lyre!
Or ye, fair natives of the heavenly plain,
Who once were mortal, — now a happier train!
Who spend in peaceful love your joyful hours,
In blissful meads and amaranthine bow'rs.
Oh, lend one spark of your celestial fire,
Y E seraphs, who God's throne encircling still,
With holy zeal your golden censors fill:
Ye flaming ministers, to distant lands
Who bear, obsequious, his divine commands;
Ye cherubs, who compose the sacred choir,
Attuning to the voice the' angelic lyre!
Or ye, fair natives of the heavenly plain,
Who once were mortal, — now a happier train!
Who spend in peaceful love your joyful hours,
In blissful meads and amaranthine bow'rs.
Oh, lend one spark of your celestial fire,
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