The glance that doth thy neighbor doubt,
Turn thou. O man, within,
And see if it will not bring out
Some unsuspected sin.
To hide from shame the branded brow,
Make broad thy charity,
And judge no man, except as thou
Would have him judge of thee.
For did thy face the colors take
Of sins thy nature hath,
Thou wouldst be checkered as the snake
Thou killest from thy path.
To plow and plant and pray for fruits
To bless the toil is ours;
Sometimes from out the thorniest shoots
God hangs the brightest flowers.
Half the world is on the wrong scent in pursuit of happiness. They think it consists in having and getting, and in being served by others. It consists in giving and serving others. "He that would be great among you," said Christ, "let him serve."—
