Blest is the man, whose softening heart
Feels all another's pain;
To whom the supplicating eye
Was never raised in vain; --

2 Whose breast expands with generous warmth,
A stranger's woes to feel,
And bleeds in pity o'er the wound
He wants the power to heal.

3 He spreads his kind supporting arms
To every child of grief;
Hie secret bounty largely flows,
And brings unasked relief.

4 To gentle offices of love,
His feet are never slow;
He views, through mercy's melting eye,
A brother in a foe.

Mrs. Anna L. Barbauld, 1772.