Classic Poem

That vast communicative Mind,
That form'd the world and human kind,
And saw that all was right;
Or was Thyself, or came from Thee,
Stupendous Generosity,
Above all lustre bright.

" Not for themselves the bees prepare
" Their honey, and the fleecy care,
" Not for themselves are shorn:
" Not for themselves the warblers build,
" Not for themselves the lands are till'd,
" By them that tread the corn."

The Lord shed on the Holy Rood
His infinitely gen'rous blood,
Not for himself, but all;
Yea e'en for them that pierc'd his side,
In patient agony he died,
To remedy the Fall.

O highly rais'd above the ranks
Of Angels — he cou'd e'en give thanks
Self-rais'd, and self-renew'd —
Then who can praise, and love, and fear
Enough? — since he himself, 'tis clear,
Is also Gratitude.