For Mercy has a human heart, Pity, a human face, And Love, the human form divine, And Peace, the human dress.

To Mercy, Pity, Peace, and Love All pray in their distress; And to these virtues of delight Return their thankfulness.

The moon like a flower In heaven's high bower, With silent delight, Sits and smiles on the night.

When my mother died I was very young, And my father sold me while yet my tongue Could scarcely cry 'weep! 'weep! 'weep!'weep! So your chimneys I sweep, and in …

Non Agli sed Angeli

Virtue is its own reward.

'The phenomenon of music is given to us with the sole purpose of establishing an order in things, including, and particularly, the co-ordination between man [s…