Mere Enthusiasm Is The All In All.

Can I See A Falling Tear, And Not Feel My Sorrow's Share?

Can I See Another's Woe, And Not Be In Sorrow Too? Can I See Another's Grief, And Not Seek For Kind Relief?

O Thou Who Passest Through Our Valleys In Thy Strength, Curb Thy Fierce Steeds, Allay The Heat That Flames From Their Large Nostrils! Thou, O Summer, Oft Pitchest Here Thy Golden Tent, And Oft Beneath Our Oaks Hast Slept, While We Beheld With Joy Thy Ruddy Limbs And Flourishing Hair.

If A Thing Loves, It Is Infinite.

Mercy Is The Golden Chain By Which Society Is Bound Together.