For Mercy has a human heart, Pity, a human face, And Love, the human form divine, And Peace, the human dress. William Blake

Love seeketh not itself to please, nor for itself hath any care, but for another gives its ease, and builds a Heaven in Hell's despair. William Blake

Never seek to tell they love; Love that never told can be/For the gentle wind does move/Silently, invisibly. William Blake

Where Mercy, Love, and Pity dwell There God is dwelling too. William Blake