All that we behold is full of blessings.
All men feel a habitual gratitude, and something of an honorable bigotry, for the objects which have long continued to please them.
The tears into his eyes were brought, And thanks and praises seemed to run So fast out of his heart, I thought They never would have done. -I've heard of hearts unkind, kind deeds With coldness still returning; Alas! the gratitude of men Hath oftener left me mourning.
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