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 power In 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; condemnation Never pass on friend or foe, Though the tide of accusation Like a flood of truth may flow. Hear defense before deciding, And a ray of light may gleam; Showing thee what filth is hiding Underneath 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 endurance Wins respect and aids defense. Noblest minds have finest feelings; 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, Trained to firmness and enfolded In 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.