Brotherly Kindness
A man may make a few mistakes,
Regardless of his aim.
But never, never criticize
And cloud him o’er with blame;
For all have failed in many things
And keenly feel the smarting stings,
Which haunt the mind by day and night
Till they have made offenses right.
So liberal be with those you meet
E’en though they may offend,
And wish them well as on they go
Till all the journey end.
Sometimes we think our honor’s hurt
When someone speaks a little pert;
But never mind, just hear the good,
And ever stand where Patience stood.
Look for the good, the true, the grand
In those you wish to shun,
And you will be surprised to find
Some good in everyone;
Then help the man who makes mistakes
To rise above his little quakes,
To build anew with courage strong,
And fit himself to battle wrong.