One great truth in life I've found, While journeying to the West -- The only folks we really wound Are those we love the best. The man you thoroughly despise Can rouse your wrath, 'tis true; Annoyance in your heart will rise At things mere strangers do. But those are only passing ills; This rule all lives will prove; The rankling wound which aches and thrills Is dealt by hands we love. The choicest garb, the sweetest grace, Are oft to strangers shown; The careless mien, the frowning face, Are given to our own. We flatter those we scarcely know, We please the fleeting guest, And deal full many a thoughtless blow To those we love the best. . . . | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE GARDEN OF LOVE, FR. SONGS OF EXPERIENCE by WILLIAM BLAKE MENELAUS AND HELEN by RUPERT BROOKE THE BEGGAR'S OPERA: SONG. AIR 16: OVER THE HILLS AND FAR AWAY by JOHN GAY EPIGRAM: 45. ON MY FIRST SON by BEN JONSON THE FLIGHT OF YOUTH by RICHARD HENRY STODDARD EVENING TRAINS by MARY TRUE AYER |