Poems - Michael Goodnight - Editor

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And Mercy, Pity, Peace, and Love,Is man, his child and care.For Mercy has a human heartPity, 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,Came children walking two and two, in read, and blue, and green:
Grey-headed beadles walked before, with wands as white as snow,Till into the high dome of Paul's they like Thames waters flow.Oh what a multitude they seemed, these flowers of London town!Seated in companies they sit, with radiance all their own.The hum of multitudes was there, but multitudes of lambs,Thousands of little boys and girls raising their innocent hands.Now like a mighty wild they raise to heaven the voice of song,Or like harmonious thunderings the seats of heaven among:Beneath them sit the aged man, wise guardians of the poor.Then cherish pity, lest you drive an angel from your door.NIGHTThe sun descending in the west,The evening star does shine;The birds are silent in their nest,And I must seek for mine.The moon, like a flowerIn heaven's high bower,
Page 3 and 4: For they know when their Shepherd i
Page 5 and 6: Gave thee clothing of delight,Softe
Page 7 and 8: Thus did my mother say, and kissed
Page 9 and 10: And by came an angel, who had a bri
Page 11 and 12: And the dimpling stream runs laughi
Page 13: Thy Maker lay, and wept for me:Wept
Page 17 and 18: Seeking to drive their thirst away,
Page 19 and 20: Merry voice,Infant noise;Merrily, m
Page 21 and 22: Pretty joy!Sweet joy, but two days
Page 24 and 25: He doth give his joy to all:He beco
Page 26 and 27: EARTH'S ANSWEREarth raised up her h
Page 28 and 29: Warbled out these metres meet:"Love
Page 30 and 31: Never fades away,Lovely Lyca lay.Se
Page 32 and 33: From his eyes of flame,Ruby tears t
Page 34 and 35: Smelling to his prey;But their fear
Page 36 and 37: They think they have done me no inj
Page 38 and 39: Till some blind handShall brush my
Page 40 and 41: Burnt the fire of thine eyes?On wha
Page 42 and 43: Where the Youth pined away with des
Page 44 and 45: But the Alehouse is healthy, and pl
Page 46 and 47: Pity would be no moreIf we did not
Page 48 and 49: I was angry with my friend:I told m
Page 50 and 51: The weeping parents wept in vain:Th
Page 52 and 53: All her tender limbs with terror sh
Page 54 and 55: When the blasts of winter appear?TO
Page 56 and 57: And Jealousy a human face;Terror th
Page 58 and 59: O life of this our spring! why fade
Page 60 and 61: II.O little Cloud the virgin said,
Page 62 and 63: Art thou a Worm? image of weakness,
Page 64:
She stood in silence, listning to t
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