James Russell Lowell

For there's nothing we read of in torture's inventions,
Like a well-meaning dunce, with the best of intentions.

For there's nothing we read of in torture's inventions,
Like a well-meaning dunce, with the best of intentions.

Laborin' man an' laborin' woman
Hev one glory an' one shame;
Ev'ything thet's done inhuman
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Laborin' man an' laborin' woman
Hev one glory an' one shame;
Ev'ything thet's done inhuman
Injers all on 'em the same.

Not failure, but low aim, is crime.

Not failure, but low aim, is crime.

They are slaves who fear to speak
For the fallen and the weak;
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They are slaves who fear to speak
For the fallen and the weak;
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They are slaves who dare not be
In the right with two or three.

O chime of sweet Saint Charity,
Peal soon that Easter morn
When Christ for all shall risen read more

O chime of sweet Saint Charity,
Peal soon that Easter morn
When Christ for all shall risen be,
And in all hearts new-born!
That Pentecost when utterance clear
To all men shall be given,
When all shall say My Brother here,
And hear My Son in heaven!