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.
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 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.