OH, greet me with a smile! My heart Leaps up, and yields in happy transport To a smile, as dewdrop to the sun. The quivering, self-approving confidence To please, glows in my soul, and Happy effort. swells, new strung and nerved, To try the pleasing task for which all Virtue was to mortals given,—the task of Making others blest; while to our hearts The duty doubly pays a double interest In the heavenly act, and we are rendered Thus more truly blest than those for Whom the effort has been made.
