by William Blake (1757‐1827)
To Mercy, Pity, Peace and Love, All play in 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.