His love at once and dread instruct our thought; As man He suffer'd and as God He taught.

Leaving the old, both worlds at once they view, That stand upon the threshold of the new.

So all we know of what they do above, Is that they happy are, and that they love.

To love is to believe, to hope, to know; Tis an essay, a taste of Heaven below!

Tea does our fancy aid, Repress those vapours which the head invade, And keeps that palace of the soul serene.

Could we forbear dispute, and practise love, We should agree as angels do above.