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

One murder makes a villian, millions a hero

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.

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

Bad thoughts quickly ripen into bad actions.

War its thousands slays, Peace its ten thousands.