Thou shalt love thy neighbor as thyself.
Matthew 22:39
Words: G. Linnaeus Banks, in the Tonic Solfa Reporter, June 1861. See Banks’ biography page for a longer version published in his Daisies in the Grass, 1865.
Music: Bridgetown arranged from Franz J. Haydn (1732–1809) (🔊 pdf nwc).
If you know where to get a good photo of Banks (head & shoulders, at least 200×300 pixels),
I live for those who love me,
For those I know are true,
For the Heav’n that smiles above me,
And awaits my spirit, too;
For all human ties that bind me,
For the task by God assigned me,
For the bright hopes left behind me,
And the good that I can do.
I live to hail the season,
By bards and seers foretold;
When men shall live by reason,
And not alone for gold;
When man to man united,
And every wrong thing righted,
The whole world shall be lighted,
As Eden was of old.
I live for those who love me,
For those who know me true,
For the Heav’n that smiles above me,
And awaits my spirit, too;
For the wrong that needs resistance,
For the cause that lacks assistance,
For the future in the distance,
For the good that I can do.