! THE DIVINE IMAGE. T O mercy, pity, peace, and love All pray in their distress; And to these virtues of delight For mercy, pity, peace, and love And mercy, pity, peace, and love Is man His child and care. For mercy has a human heart, Pity, a human face; And love, the human form divine, And peace, the human dress. Then every man of every clime That Prays to the human form divine, " And all must love the human form In heathen, Turk, or Jew; Where mercy, love, and pity dwell, There God is dwelling too. TW HOLY THURSDAY. WAS on a Holy Thursday, their innocent faces clean, The children walking two and two, in red and blue and green, Grey-headed beadles walk'd before, with wands as white as snow, Till into the high dome of Paul's they like Thames' waters flow. O what a multitude they seem'd, these flowers of Seated in companies, they sit with radiance all their own. The hum of multitudes was there, but multitudes of lambs, Thousands of little boys and girls raising their innocent hands. Now like a mighty wind they raise to heaven the voice of song, Or like harmonious thunderings the seats of heaven among. Beneath them sit the aged men, wise guardians of the poor; Then cherish pity, lest you drive an angel from your door. NIGHT. HE sun descending in the west, The birds are silent in their nest, And I must seek for mine. The moon, like a flower, In heaven's high bower, With silent delight Sits and smiles on the night. Farewell, green fields and happy groves, Where flocks have took delight; Where lambs have nibbled silent moves |