OH, greet me with a smile! My heartLeaps up, and yields in happy transportTo a smile, as dewdrop to the sun.The quivering, self-approving confidenceTo please, glows in my soul, andHappy effort. swells, new strung and nerved,To try the pleasing task for which allVirtue was to mortals given,—the task ofMaking others blest; while to our heartsThe duty doubly pays a double interestIn the heavenly act, and we are renderedThus more truly blest than those forWhom the effort has been made.
