I heard an Angel singing
When the day was springing,
'Mercy, Pity, Peace
Is the world's release.'
...
Why was Cupid a boy,
And why a boy was he?
He should have been a girl,
For aught that I can see.
...
When voices of children are heard on the green
And laughing is heard on the hill,
My heart is at rest within my breast
And everything else is still
...
Thou fair-haired angel of the evening,
Now, whilst the sun rests on the mountains, light
Thy bright torch of love; thy radiant crown
Put on, and smile upon our evening bed!
...
O Winter! bar thine adamantine doors:
The north is thine; there hast thou built thy dark
Deep-founded habitation. Shake not thy roofs,
Nor bend thy pillars with thine iron car.'
...
Preludium
The shadowy Daughter of Urthona stood before red Orc,
When fourteen suns had faintly journey'd o'er his dark abode:
His food she brought in iron baskets, his drink in cups of iron:
...
Awake, awake, my little boy!
Thou wast thy mother's only joy;
Why dost thou weep in thy gentle sleep?
Awake! thy father does thee keep.
...
To Mercy, Pity, Peace, and Love,
All pray in their distress,
And to these virtues of delight
Return their thankfulness.
...
The sun does arise,
And make happy the skies;
The merry bells ring
To welcome the spring;
...
I heard an Angel Singing
When the day was springing:
'Mercy, pity, and peace,
Are the world's release.'
...