Note 5 — ISAIAH.
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We find the fiercest things that live, The savage born, the wildly rue, When soothed by Mercy’s hand will give Some faint response of gratitude. But man!—oh! blush, ye lordly race!— Shrink back, and question thy proud heart! Dost thou not lack that thankful grace Which ever forms the soul’s best part? Wilt thou not take the blessings given, The priceless boon of ruddy health, The sleep unbroken, peace unriven, The cup of joy, the mine of wealth? Wilt thou not take them all, and yet Walk from the cradle to the grave Enjoying, boasting, and forget To think upon the God that gave? Thou’lt even kneel to blood-stained kings, Nor fear to have thy serfdom known; Thy knee will bend for bauble things, Yet fail to seek its Maker’s throne.—Eliza Cook