Pity would be no more If we did not make somebody poor And mercy no more could be If all were as happy as we
And mutual fear brings peace Till the selfish loves increase Then cruelty knits the snare And spreads his baits with care
He sits down with holy fears And waters the ground with tears Then humility takes its root Underneath his foot
Soon spreads the dismal shade Of mistery over his head And the caterpillar and fly Feed on the mistery
And it bears the fruit deceit Ruddy and sweet to eat And the raven his nest has made In its thickest shade
The Gods of the earth and see Sought into nature to find this tree But their search was all in vain There grows one in the human brainTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
