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THOUGHTS AT GKASSMERE. 249
Nor feel his heart expanding with new warmth Of kindliness to all ?
Humbled it takes
The cup of blessing from a Father's hand, Half satiate, yet unworthy of its bliss, And, in o'erflowing charity, would fain Grasp every creature.
Author of our joys ! So give this charity in us to grow, And bring forth fruit, that, wheresoever we roam On this wide earth, all whom we meet may seem The children of one Parent, and, to us, Brethren and friends.
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