was his Envoy to this Realm below,
Vast was the Trust, and great his Skill,
Bright the Credentials he could show,
And Thousands own'd the Seal.
His Hallowed Lips could well impart
The Grace, the Promise, and Command:
He knew the Pity of  Heart,
And Terrors of  Hand.
How did our Souls start out to hear
The Embassies of Love he bore,
While every Ear in Rapture hung
Upon the Charming Wonders of his Tongue.
Lifes busie Cares a Sacred Silence bound,
Attention stood with all her Powers,
With fixed Eyes and Awe profound,
Chain'd to the Pleasure of the Sound,
Nor knew the flying Hours.