To Mercy, Pity, Peace And Love All

You Smile With Pomp And Rigor, You Talk Of Benevolence And Virtue; I Act With Benevolence And Virtue And Get Murdered Time After Time.

Can I See Another's Woe, And Not Be In Sorrow Too? Can I See Another's Grief, And Not Seek For Kind Relief?

A Skylark Wounded In The Wing, / A Cherubim Does Cease To Sing.

The Old And New Testaments Are The Great Code Of Art.

I Myself Do Nothing. The Holy Spirit Accomplishes All Through Me.