An Hymn to Humanity

I.

Lo! for this dark terrestrial ball

Forsakes his azure—paved hall

A prince of heav’nly birth!

Divine Humanity behold,

What wonders rise, what charms unfold

At his descent to earth!

II.

The bosoms of the great and good

With wonder and delight he view’d,

And fix’d his empire there: 

Him, close compressing to his breast,

The sire of gods and men address’d,

“My son, my heav’nly fair!… Leer más