THERE is room in the world for more pleasure, If Man would but learn to be just; And regret when his fellow-man's measure Runs over with tear-drops and dust. We were sent here to help one another, And he who neglects the behest Disgraces the milk of his mother, And spreadeth Love's pall o'er his breast. And the spirit that covets unduly, Holds sin that 'tis hard to forgive; For Religion ne'er preaches more truly Than when she says, "Live and let live." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WALDEINSAMKEIT by RALPH WALDO EMERSON VENI CREATOR SPIRITUS by GREGORY I THE MAY MAGNIFICAT by GERARD MANLEY HOPKINS SONNET: 29 by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE IMPROMPTU LINES ON JULY FOURTH by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS UNSEASONABLE SNOWS by ALFRED AUSTIN TWO SONNETS: 1 by DAVID P. BERENBERG |