A COMMON FAILING. 99 



Ah, no ! the bright ingenuous mhid, 

 Strong in unflhichiug rectitude, 



Is never hastily incHued 

 To think injurious or rude 



That which would read amiss alone 



By misconstruction of its own. 



Oh, Charity I thou hast a charm 



Superior to all our skill ; 

 Thou canst the injurious thought disarm, 



Deprive it of the power to kill ; 

 Thou seest all tilings for the best ; 

 Believest all things to be blessed. 



Oh, glorious Charity ! the man 



Whose peaceful heart is filled with thee 

 Is armed, throughout life's little span. 



Against this failing perfectly. 

 Well may he hope for Heaven above. 

 Whose soul on earth is full of love. 



