Can I see another's woe, and not be in sorrow too? Can I see another's grief, and not seek for kind relief?

To Mercy, Pity, Peace and Love All pray in their distress, And to these virtues of delight Return their thankfulness.

How can the bird that is born for joy Sit in a cage and sing? How can a child, when fears annoy, But droop his tender wing, And forget his youthful spring?

There is no mistake so great as the mistake of not going on.

And we are put on earth a little space, That we may learn to bear the beams of love.

The ruins of time build mansions in eternity.

Tyger! Tyger! burning bright In the forests of the night, What immortal hand or eye Could frame thy fearful symmetry?