The mind sublimer pleasure ne'er receives

Verse 1

The mind sublimer pleasure ne'er receives, Nor earth a more delightful prospect gives, Than when good men their faithful friendship prove By cordial amity and mutual love.

Verse 2

'Tis like the oils, that, pour'd on Aaron's head, On his hoar beard their fragrant odours she ; And to his flowing robe's extremest hem, Diffusing rich perfumes around him, stream:

Verse 3

Or like the pearly dews the heav'ns distil On Sion's mount, or Herman's flow'ry hill. For where firm union reigns, celestial peace, With all her balmy sweets, their souls will bless On them all blessings of this life attend, And in sincereft joy their hours they spend.