He Who Would Do Good To Another

Excessive Sorrow Laughs. Excessive Joy Weeps.

But To Go To School In A Summer Morn, O! It Drives All Joy Away; Under A Cruel Eye Outworn, The Little Ones Spend The Day In Sighing And Dismay.

England! Awake! Awake! Awake! Jerusalem Thy Sister Calls! Why Wilt Thou Sleep The Sleep Of Death And Close Her From Thy Ancient Walls?

Thou Art A Man God Is No More Thy Own Humanity Learn To Adore

No Bird Soars Too High If He Soars With His Own Wings.