Is it worth while that we jostle a brother Bearing his load on the rough road of life? Is it worth while that we jeer at each other In blackness of heart? -- that we war to the knife? God pity us all in our pitiful strife. God pity us all as we jostle each other; God pardon us all for the triumphs we feel When a fellow goes down 'neath his load on the heather, Pierced to the heart: words are keener than steel, And mightier far for woe or for weal. Were it not well in this brief little journey Over the isthmus downinto the tide, We give him a fish instead of a serpent Ere folding hands to be and abide For ever and aye in dust at his side? Look at the roses saluting each other; Look at the herds all at peace on the plain -- Man, and man only, makes war on his brother, And dotes in his heart on his peril and pain -- Shamed by the brutes that go down on the plain. Is it worth while we should in the dust humble Our fellows with whispers of guile and mistrust? God pity us all! Time eft-soon will tumble All of us together like leaves in a gust, Humbled indeed, down into the dust. Why should we envy a moment of pleasure Some poor fellow-mortal has wrung from it all? Oh! could you look into his life's broken measure -- Look at the dregs -- at the worm-wood and gall -- Look at his heart hung with crape like a pall -- Look at the skeletons down by his hearthstone -- Look at his cares in their merciless sway, I know you would go and say tenderly lowly, Brother -- my brother, for aye and for aye, Lo! Lethe is washing the blackness away. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WHAT HAVE YOU DONE? by PAUL VERLAINE AT MIDSUMMER by LOUISE CHANDLER MOULTON HEAUTONTIMOROUMENOS by CHARLES BAUDELAIRE SONG OF THE SATYRS TO ARIADNE by WILLIAM ROSE BENET PREMATURE REJOICING by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN A NEW PILGRIMAGE: 18 by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT NORTH WIND, SOUTH WIND by MARY BISHOP BULLARD |