What Conscience dictates to be done, Or warns me not to do; This teach me more than Hell to shun, That more than Heav'n pursue.
To dazzle let the vain design, To raise the thought and touch the heart, be thine!
Hope humbly then; with trembling pinions soar; Wait the great teacher, Death, and God adore; What future bliss He gives not thee to know, But gives that hope to be thy blessing now.
Let such teach others who themselves excel, And censure freely who have written well.
Teach me to feel another's woe. To hide the fault I see: That the mercy I show to others; that mercy also show to me.
Teach me to feel another's woe,To hide the fault I see,That mercy I to others show,That mercy show to me.