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
That prays in his distress,
Prays to the human form divine,
Love, Mercy, Pity, Peace.

And all must love the human form
In heathen, Turk, or Jew;
Where mercy, love, and pity dwell,
There God is dwelling too.

HOLY THURSDAY.

WAS on a Holy Thursday, their innocent

TWA 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.

H

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.

They look in every thoughtless nest,
Where birds are cover'd warm;

They visit caves of every beast,

To keep them all from harm.
If they see any weeping

That should have been sleeping,

They pour sleep on their head,
And sit down by their bed.

When wolves and tigers howl for prey

They pitying stand and weep,
Seeking to drive their thirst away,

And keep them from the sheep.

But if they rush dreadful,
The angels most heedful
Receive each mild spirit,
New worlds to inherit.

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.

"And now beside thee, bleating lamb, I can lie down and sleep;

Or think on him who bore thy name,
Graze after thee, and weep.

For, wash'd in life's river,
My bright mane for ever
Shall shine like the gold
As I guard o'er the fold."

Merrily, merrily, to welcome in the year.

Little boy,

Full of joy;

Little girl,

Sweet and small;

Cock does crow,

So do you.
Merry voice,

Infant noise,

Merrily, merrily to welcome in the year.

Little lamb,

Here I am;

Come and lick

My white neck;
Let me pull

Your soft wool;

Let me kiss

Your soft face:

Merrily, merrily, we welcome in the year.

NURSE'S SONG.

'HEN the voices of children are heard

WH

on the green

And laughing is heard on the hill,

My heart is at rest within my breast,

And everything else is still.

Then come home, my children, the sun is gone

down,

And the dews of night arise;

Come, come, leave off play, and let us away

Till the morning appears in the skies.