How pleasant ’t is to see
P. M.
1
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.
2
'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.
3
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.