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You may rejoice to think YOURSELVES secure; / You may be grateful for the gift divine -- / That grace unsought, which made your black hearts pure, / And fits your earth-born souls in Heaven to shine.
But, is it sweet to look around, and view / Thousands excluded from that happiness / Which they deserved, at least, as much as you. -- / Their faults not greater, nor their virtues less?