The World Forsaken, All Its Busy Cares And Stirring Interests Shunned With Desperate Flight, All Trust Abandoned In The Healing Might Of Virtuous Action; All That Courage Dares, Labour Accomplishes, Or Patience Bears Those Helps Rejected, They, Whose Minds Perceive How Subtly Works Man'S Weakness, Sighs May Heave For Such A One Beset With Cloistral Snares. Father Of Mercy! Rectify His View, If With His Vows This Object Ill Agree; Shed Over It Thy Grace, And Thus Subdue Imperious Passion In A Heart Set Free: That Earthly Love May To Herself Be True, Give Him A Soul That Cleaveth Unto Thee.