Author Laurence Binyon For mercy, courage, kindness, mirth There is no measure upon earth. Nay, they wither, root and stem, If an end be set to them. Overbrim and overflow If your own heart you would know; For the spirit born to bless Lives but in its own excess. Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 Average: 1 (2 votes) Rate Log in or register to post comments