The one that sins, judge not. You cannot know the way He grew, nor whence he came. He could not choose the clay That fashioned him. Perhaps he sprung From loins old in sin that blindly flung This soul upon the earth. Perhaps he dimly seeks The good you know By right of better birth. Through darkened heritage Groping toward the sun He falls. Your hand should lead, You, the enlightened one. Love's miracle still heals the blind, And humble helping hands new mercies find. Know, in the quest of right, Though some were born but weeds, Yet even weeds Reach upward toward the light. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A DIVINE IMAGE, FR. SONGS OF EXPERIENCE by WILLIAM BLAKE A CHILD'S THOUGHT OF GOD by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING THE TRAVELLER AT THE SOURCE OF THE NILE by FELICIA DOROTHEA HEMANS THE CROWING OF THE RED COCK by EMMA LAZARUS IRELAND (1847) by DENIS FLORENCE MCCARTHY PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 85. AL-MUKSIT by EDWIN ARNOLD THE BRIDES' TRAGEDY: ACT 3, SCENE 2 by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES |