Who wounds that he may witness pain,
Has learnt no law of charity,
Which ne’er inflicts a pang in vain.
’Tis godlike to awaken joy,
Or sorrow’s influence to subdue:
But not to wound, nor to annoy,
Is part of virtue’s lesson too;—
Peace, winged in fairer worlds above,
Shall lend her dawn and brighten this,
When all man’s labour shall be love,