With one hand he put A penny in the urn of poverty, And with the other took a shilling out. - Robert Pollok

He touched his harp, and nations heard, entranced,
As some vast river of unfailing source,
Rapid, exhaustless, deep, his numbers flowed
And opened new fountains in the human heart.

'T was Slander filled her mouth with lying words,
Slander, the foulest whelp of Sin.

Most wondrous book! bright candle of the Lord!
Star of Eternity! The only star
By which the bark of man could navigate
The sea of life and gain the coast of bliss
Securely.