Mercy, Pity, And Peace, Are The World's

I Will Not Cease From Mental Fight Nor Shall My Sword Sleep In My Hand.

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.

The Modest Rose Puts Forth A Thorn,the Humble Sheep A Threat'ning Horn:while The Lily White Shall In Love Delight,nor A Thorn Nor A Threat Stain Her Beauty Bright.

Thus Men Forgot That All Deities Reside In The Human Breast.

The True Method Of Knowledge Is Experiment.