Mercy To Him That Shows It, Is

Misery Still Delights To Trace Its Semblance In Another's Case.

Mercy To Him That Shows It, Is The Rule.

Come, Evening, Once Again, Season Of Peace; Return, Sweet Evening, And Continue Long! Methinks I See Thee In The Streaky West, With Matron Step, Slow Moving, While The Night Treads On Thy Sweeping Train; One Hand Employ'd In Letting Fall The Curtain Of Repose On Bird And Beast, The Other Charged For Man With Sweet Oblivion Of The Cares Of Day.

When Nations Are To Perish In Their Sins, 'tis In The Church The Leprosy Begins.

Blest Be The Art That Can Immortalize.