Classic Poem

O BLEST estate! blest from above!
When brethren join in mutual love.
'Tis like the precious odours shed
On consecrated Aaron's head,
Which trickled from his beard and breast,
Down to the borders of his vest.
'Tis like the pearls of dew that drop
On Hermon's ever-fragrant top;
Or which the smiling heav'ns distill
On happy Sion's sacred hill,
For God hath there His favours plac'd,
And joy, which shall for ever last.