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...A SHROPSHIRE LAD: 47. THE CARPENTER'S SON by ALFRED EDWARD HOUSMAN DRUM TAPS TO HEAVEN by JAMES CHURCH ALVORD THE RAJPOOT WIFE by EDWIN ARNOLD TANGLED TRAILS by GLADYS NAOMI ARNOLD EPITAPH ON A CHILD by JEAN ANTOINE DE BAIF TO BARON DE STONNE.....TO FIND HIMSELF BETWEEN by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD THE MERCHANT OF VENICE; A LEGEND OF ITALY by RICHARD HARRIS BARHAM |