If our hard fortune no compassion draws, Nor hospitable rights, nor human laws, The gods are just, and will revenge our cause.
Nor could my kindness your compassion move.
Whatever fount, whatever holy deep, Conceals thy wat’ry stores; where’er they rise, And, bubbling from below, salute the skies; Thou, king of horned floods, whose plenteous urn Suffices fatness to the fruitful corn, For this thy kind compassion of our woes, Shalt share my morning song and ev’ning vows.
He roll’d his eyes, and ev’ry moment felt His manly soul with more compassion melt; When, casting down a casual glance, he spied The golden belt that glitter’d on his side, The fatal spoils which haughty Turnus tore From dying Pallas, and in triumph wore.
Ye gods below, (Since those above so small compassion show,) Receive a soul unsullied yet with shame, Which not belies my great forefather’s name!"
He said; and while he spoke, with flying speed Came Sages urging on his foamy steed: Fix’d on his wounded face a shaft he bore, And, seeking Turnus, sent his voice before: "Turnus, on you, on you alone, depends Our last relief: compassionate your friends!
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If I see one hungry child, I feel compassion, but when I hear of a million hungry children, I’m overwhelmed and turn my mind to other things.
It is not enough to be compassionate. We must act. It is not enough to act. We must act with intelligence.