"He, that noble prize possessing He that boasts a friend that's true, He whom woman's love is blessing, Let him join the chorus too!"

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The joy resulting from the diffusion of blessings to all around us is the purest and sublimest that can ever enter the human mind, and can be conceived only by those who have experienced it. Next to the consolations of divine grace, it is the most sovereign balm to the miseries of life, both in him who is the object of it, and in him who exercises it.

— Beilby Porteus