Thou fair-hair'd angel of the evening, 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!

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.

Life delights in life.

Love seeketh not itself to please, nor for itself hath any care, but for another gives its ease, and builds a Heaven in Hell's despair.

If the doors of perception were cleansed everything would appear to man as it is, infinite.

Then cherish pity, lest you drive an angel from your door.