WHO doesnot blush when charged with selfish views? Man boasts for man a principle of Love, But each with God a diff'rent course pursues, Short interest is the spring by which they move. Oh blindness of our mean and stupid race! The selfish and the sordid we despise, And yet the Love of God incurs disgrace, While Love to man is sounded to the skies. How speaks the world? in Friendship's sacred cause A gen'rous service is its own reward— A maxim all have stamp'd with their applause. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...EPISTLE TO AUGUSTA by GEORGE GORDON BYRON AN ELEGY UPON THE DEATH OF DOCTOR DONNE, DEAN OF PAUL'S by THOMAS CAREW DELIGHT IN DISORDER by ROBERT HERRICK NORTH-WEST PASSAGE: 3. IN PORT by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON IDYLL 15. THE EPITHALAMIUM OF ACHILLES AND DEIDAMIA by BION |