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 vialBurst 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.Noblest minds have finest feelings;Quiv’ring strings a breath can move;And the gospel’s sweet revealingsTune 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 moldedStrongly fortified should be,Trained to firmness and enfoldedIn a calm tranquility.Wound not willfully 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.