How pleasant ’t is to see

How pleasant 't is to seeKindred and friends agree—Each in his proper station move,And each fulfil his part,With sympathizing heart,In all the cares of life and love.

'T is like the ointment shedOn Aaron's sacred head—Divinely rich, divinely sweet;The oil through all the roomDiffused a rich perfume,Ran through his robes, and blest his feet.

Like fruitful showers of rainThat water all the plain,Descending from the neighboring hills;Such streams of pleasure rollThrough every friendly soul,Where love, like heavenly dew, distils.