For Mercy, Courage, Kindness, Mirth, <br />There is no measure upon earth. <br />Nay, they wither, root and stem, <br />If an end be set to them. <br />Overbrim and overflow, <br />If you own heart you would know; <br />For the spirit born to bless <br />Lives but in its own excess<br /><br />Robert Laurence Binyon<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-song-49/
