THE FRIENDS SOCIETY,
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love to gaze on virtue meek,
When modesty illumes the check;
And when each heart from guile is free,
An emblem of the Deity -.
love to view Religions child,
With language sweet, and sweetly mild;
And well love with those to be,
Who own the true humility.
love my pleasing walks to pay
To those who are not idly gay;
And well love at church, to see
The forms of sweet humanity.
The flashing robe of gaudy fair,
Cannot with neatness e'er compare-~
And virtues garb, we all agree,
Is made Of plain simplicity,


Give me the man whose heart is pure,
And will to life's last stage endurei
The man, whose breast is sympathy,
And he who pities penury.


Give me the maid whose gentle soul
Needs not restraint to use CONTROL