Song is the spirit of thy flute Which, bursting forth in rippling trills Lulls the senses into dreams – Again, as full of life as mystic rose, And then like Etna’s fiery stream – It wooes in melody the Realm of Beauty And wakes and melts the heart to tears. Bernard Taylor

The Divine Image BY WILLIAM BLAKE To 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, 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.

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