The poem
To Mercy Pity Peace and Love. All pray in their distress: And to these virtues of delight Return their thankfulness.
For Mercy Pity Peace and Love, Is God our Father dear: And Mercy Pity Peace and Love, Is Man his child and care.
For Mercy has a human heart Pity, a human face: And Love, the human form divine, And Peace, the human dress.
Then every man of every clime, That prays in his distress, Prays to the human form divine Love Mercy Pity Peace,
And all must love the human form. In heathen, Turk or jew, Where Mercy, Love and Pity dwell, There God is dwelling too.
Stanza 4 is of interest in that each "Divine" quality is linked to humans. Peace with a human dress. Love a human form. In this world, so much can be said about war and peace. Praying for peace is a necessity, but this thought of Blake's adds another component: the fact that man creates alot of the wars, and ultimately man must be the agent of peace.