Yes, I rejoice in spirit, when I think
On this tried panacea: 'tis a balm
Which to the depth of deepest wounds may sink,
Which the most troubled soul may quickly calm.
Ask it of God then, ask it! 'Tis an alm
He freely doth vouchsafe: but oh, how rare
The privilege to sing a grateful psalm
For its bequest, save by those, who, in prayer,
Bankrupt in earthly hope, turn heavenward in despair! —