Let Us Be Merciful As Well As

The Swallow Is Come! The Swallow Is Come! O, Fair Are The Seasons, And Light Are The Days That She Brings, With Her Dusky Wings, And Her Bosom Snowy White!

The Day Is Dark And Cold And Dreary; It Rains, And The Wind Is Never Weary.

We Have Not Wings We Cannot Soar; But, We Have Feet To Scale And Climb, By Slow Degrees, By More And More, The Cloudy Summits Of Our Time.

Some Must Follow And Some Command, Through All Are Made Oclay.

Then Stars Arise, And The Night Is Holy.