Quote #47

And there the lion's ruddy eyes Shall flow with tears of gold, And pitying the tender cries, And walking round the fold, Saying: 'Wrath by his meekness, And by his health, sickness, Is driven away From our immortal day.'

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  1. The moon like a flower In heaven's high bower, With silent delight, Sits and smiles on the night.
  2. 'For washed in life's river, My bright mane forever Shall shine like the gold As Iguard o'er the fold.'
  3. For Mercy has a human heart, Pity, a human face, And Love, the human form divine, And Peace, the human dress.
  4. When the voices of children are heard on the green And laughing is heard on the hill, My heart is at rest within my breast And everything e…
  5. To Mercy, Pity, Peace, and Love All pray in their distress; And to these virtues of delight Return their thankfulness.
  6. Can I see another's woe, And not be in sorrow too? Can I see another's grief, And not seek for kind relief?
  7. 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 chimn…
  8. Rintrah roars and shakes his fires in the burdened air; Hungry clouds swag on the deep.

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