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Now, whilst the sun rests on the mountains, light
Thy bright torch of love ; thy radiant crown
Put on, and smile upon our evening bed!
Smile on our loves, and while thou drawest the
Blue curtains of the sky, scatter thy silver dew
On every flower that shuts its sweet eyes
In timely sleep. Let thy west wind sleep on
The lake; speak silence with thy glimmering eyes,
And wash the dusk with silver.

Where Mercy, Love, and Pity dwell
There God is dwelling too.

I heard an Angel singing
When the day was springing
'Mercy, Pity, Peace
Is the world's release.'

A Truth thats told with bad intent
Beats all the Lies you can invent

To see a World in a Grain of Sand
And a Heaven in a Wild Flower
Hold Infinity in the palm of your hand
And Eternity in an hour