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THE DIVINE IMAGE.

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O mercy, pity, peace, and love

All pray in their distress;

And to these virtues of delight
Return their thankfulness.

For mercy, pity, peace, and love
Is God our Father dear;

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
prays in his distress,

That

Prays to the human form divine,
Love, Mercy, Pity, Peace.

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And all must love the human form In heathen, Turk, or Jew;

Where mercy, love, and pity dwell, There God is dwelling too.

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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
London town;

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 evening star does shine;

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
The feet of angels bright:
Unseen they pour blessing,
And joy without ceasing,
On each bud and blossom
And each sleeping bosom.