Classic Poem

Blest is the man, whose tender heart
Feels all another's pain,
To whom the supplicating eye
Was never rais'd in vain.

Whose breast expands with gen'rous warmth,
A stranger's woe to feel,
And bleeds in pity o'er the wound,
He wants the pow'r to heal.

He spreads his kind, supporting arms,
To ev'ry child of grief;
His secret bounty largely flows,
And brings unask'd relief.

To gentle offices of love
His feet are never slow;
He views, through mercy's melting eye,
A brother in his foe.

To him protection shall be shown,
And mercy from above
Descend on those, who thus fulfil
The perfect law of love.