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With kind and cruel ministries
Nature assays her metals fine,
And Heaven, bestowing joys and griefs
With equal hand benign,
Attempers what it holds most dear—
Adds now a smile and now a tear,
Till it creates with touch divine
A soul like thine, a soul like thine!—
Ever to loftiest counsels moved,
By all men honoured, and by all beloved.
