By William Blake from Songs of Innocence
To Mercy, Pity, Peace and Love,
All pray to their distress,
And to these virtues of delight
Return their thankfulness.
For Mercy, Pity, Peace and Love,
Is God our Father dear;
And Mercy, Pity, Peace and Love,
Is man, His child and care.
For Mercy has a human heart;
Pity, a human face;
And Love, the human form divine:
And Peace, the human dress.
Then every man, of every clime,
That prays in his distress,
Prays to the human form divine:
Love, Mercy, Pity, Peace.
And all must love the human form,
In heathen, Turk or Jew.
Where Mercy, Love and Pity dwell,
There God is dwelling too.
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