But chiefly Thou, Whom soft-eyed Pity once led down from Heaven To bleed for man, to teach him how to live, And, oh! still harder lesson! how to die.

One murder makes a villian, millions a hero

Love is something so divine, Description would but make it less; 'Tis what I feel, but can't define, 'Tis what I know but can't express

One murder made a villain, Millions a hero. Princes were privileged To kill, and numbers sanctified the crime.

Bad thoughts quickly ripen into bad actions.

But chiefly Thou, Whom soft-eyed Pity once led down from Heaven To bleed for man, to teach him how to live, And, oh! still harder lesson! how to die.

War its thousands slays, Peace its ten thousands.