1. School thy feelings, O my brother;Train thy warm impulsive soul;Do not its emotions smother,But let wisdom’s voice control.School thy feelings; there is powerIn the cool, collected mind;Passion shatters reason’s tower,Makes the clearest vision blind.
School thy feelings, O my brother;Train thy warm impulsive soul;Do not its emotions smother,But let wisdom’s voice control.
2. School thy feelings; condemnationNever pass on friend or foe,Though the tide of accusationLike a flood of truth may flow.Hear defense before deciding,And a ray of light may gleam;Showing thee what filth is hidingUnderneath the shallow stream.
School thy feelings, O my brother;Train thy warm impulsive soul;Do not its emotions smother,But let wisdom’s voice control.
3. Should affliction’s acrid vial,Burst o’er thy unsheltered head,School thy feelings to the trial;Half its bitterness hath fled.Art thou falsely, basely, slandered?Does the world begin to frown?Gauge thy wrath by wisdom’s standard;Keep thy rising anger down.
School thy feelings, O my brother;Train thy warm impulsive soul;Do not its emotions smother,But let wisdom’s voice control.
4. Rest thyself on this assurance:Time’s a friend to innocence,And the patient, calm enduranceWins respect and aids defense.No blest minds have finest feeling;Quiv’ring strings a breath can move;And the gospel’s sweet revealings,Tune them with the key of love
School thy feelings, O my brother;Train thy warm impulsive soul;Do not its emotions smother,But let wisdom’s voice control.
5. Hearts so sensitively molded,Strongly fortified should be,Train’d to firmness and enfoldedIn a calm tranquility.Wound not wilfully another;Conquer haste with reason’s might;School thy feelings, sister, brother;Train them in the path of right.
School thy feelings, O my brother;Train thy warm impulsive soul;Do not its emotions smother,But let wisdom’s voice control.