A song of pity, peace, and love

O Spirit vast and deep as Night and Heaven!

Mother and soul of all to which is given

The light of life, the loveliness of being,

Lo! thou dost re_ascend the human heart,

Thy throne of power, almighty as thou wert

In dreams of Poets old grown pale by seeing

The shade of thee; -- now, millions start

To feel thy lightnings through them burning:

Nature, or God, or Love, or Pleasure,

Or Sympathy the sad tears turning

To mutual smiles, a drainless treasure,

Descends amidst us; -- Scorn and Hate,

Revenge and Selfishness are desolate --

A hundred nations swear that there shall be

Pity and Peace and Love, among the good and free!