Let man serve law for man;
Live for friendship, live for love,
For truth's and harmony's behoof;
The state may follow how it can,
As Olympus follows Jove.

What is the law of nature? Is it to know that my security and that of my family, all my amusements and pleasures, are purchased at the expense of misery, deprivation, and suffering to thousands of human beings — by the terror of the gallows; by the misfortune of thousands stifling within prison walls; by the fears inspired by millions of soldiers and guardians of civilization, torn from their homes and besotted by discipline, to protect our pleasures with loaded revolvers against the possible interference of the famishing?

Dear Saviour, ere we part, we lift our hearts to Thee, . .
In gratitude and praise for blessings full and free.

Go with us to our homes, watch o'er and keep us there,
And make us one and all the children of Thy care.

These are pawns that the hand of Fate
Careless sweeps from the checker-board.
Thou that know'st if the game be straight,
Have pity on these my comrades, Lord!

Your task is to form the universal family, to build the City of God, and by a continuous labor gradually to translate his work in humanity into fact.

Thou hast taken pledges of thy brother for naught, and stripped the naked of their clothing. Thou hast not given water to the weary to drink, and thou hast withholden bread from the hungry.
But as for the mighty man, he had the earth; and the honorable man, he dwelt in it.
Thou hast sent widows away empty, and the arms of the fatherless have been broken.

Look down, O Lord, look down. Are the centuries a waste? Nigh upon two thousand years have gone since Thou didst walk the world, and the face of things is unchanged.
In Thy name now doth the Pharisee give alms in the street to the sound of a trumpet going before him.
In Thy name now doth the Levite pass by on the other side when a man hath fallen among thieves.
In Thy name now doth the lawyer lay on the poor burdens grievous to be borne.

Thou earth from earth reflect with anxious mind
That earth to earth must quickly be consigned,
And earth in earth must lie entranced, enthralled,
Till earth from earth to judgment shall be called.

O pleasantly do glide along the Severn and the Wye;
But Rheidol's rough, and yet he's held by all in honour high.

Tom O Nant is a nickname I've got,
My name's Thomas Edwards, I wot.