Wesley Corpus

Or clash in sentiment, while one in heart? What dire device did the old serpent find, To put asunder those whom God had join'd? From folly and self-love opinion rose, To sever friends who never yet were foes; To baffle and divert our noblest aim, Confound our pride, and cover us with shame; To make us blush beneath her short-liv'd pow'r, And glad the world with one triumphant hour. But lo! The snare is broke, the captive's freed, ,