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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.

'TWAS 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.