To Mercy, Pity, Peace and Love All pray in their distress, And to these virtues of delight Return their thankfulness.
Silent as despairing love, and strong as jealousy.
And I made a rural pen, And I stained the water clear, And I wrote my happy songs Every Child may joy to hear.
He whose face gives no light, shall never become a star.
I am going to that country which I have all my life wished to see.
I was angry with my friend: I told my wrath, my wrath did end. I was angry with my foe: I told it not, my wrath did grow.