Relentless hatred, erring love,

We can for sacred truth forego;

We can the warmest friend reprove,

And bear to praise the fiercest foe:

To what effect? Our friends are gone

Beyond reproof, regard, or care;

And of our foes remains there one,

The mild relenting thought to share?

Now ’tis our boast that we can quell

The wildest passions in their rage;