POEMS.
97
"There's mercy in each ray of light, that mortal eyes e'er knew;
There's mercy in each breath of air, that mortal lips e'er drew;
There's mercy both for bird and beast in God's indulgent plan;
There's mercy for each creeping thing, but Man has none for Man.
There's mercy in each breath of air, that mortal lips e'er drew;
There's mercy both for bird and beast in God's indulgent plan;
There's mercy for each creeping thing, but Man has none for Man.
Ye proudly-honest, when ye heard my wounded conscience groan,
Had liberal hand or feeling heart one glimpse of mercy shown,
That act had made from burning eyes sweet tears of virtue roll,
Had cheared my heart, had fixed my faith, and God had gained a soul.
Had liberal hand or feeling heart one glimpse of mercy shown,
That act had made from burning eyes sweet tears of virtue roll,
Had cheared my heart, had fixed my faith, and God had gained a soul.
