Poem about Brotherhood
Jun 21, 2013 13:18:49 GMT -5
Post by Trinna D. on Jun 21, 2013 13:18:49 GMT -5
The House by the Side of the Road By Sam Walter Foss
There are hermit souls that live withdrawn in the peace of their self-content;
There are souls, like stars, that dwell apart, in a fellowless firmament;
There are pioneer souls that blaze their paths where highways never ran;
But let me live by the side of the road and be a friend to man.
Let me live in a house by the side of the road, where the race of men go by--
The men who are good and the men who are bad, As good and as bad as I.
I would not sit in the scorner's seat, or hurl the cynic's ban;
Let me live in a house by the side of the road and be a friend to man.
I see from my house by the side of the road, by the side of the highway of life,
The men who press with the ardor of hope, The men who are faint with the strife.
But I turn not away from their smiles not their tears--both parts of an infinite plan;
Let me live in my house by the side of the road and be a friend to man.
Let me live in my house by the side of the road where the race of men go by--
They are good, they are bad, they are weak, they are strong, wise, foolish--so am I.
Then why should I sit in the scorner's seat or hurl the cynic's ban?-
Let me live in my house by the side of the road and be a friend to man.
There are hermit souls that live withdrawn in the peace of their self-content;
There are souls, like stars, that dwell apart, in a fellowless firmament;
There are pioneer souls that blaze their paths where highways never ran;
But let me live by the side of the road and be a friend to man.
Let me live in a house by the side of the road, where the race of men go by--
The men who are good and the men who are bad, As good and as bad as I.
I would not sit in the scorner's seat, or hurl the cynic's ban;
Let me live in a house by the side of the road and be a friend to man.
I see from my house by the side of the road, by the side of the highway of life,
The men who press with the ardor of hope, The men who are faint with the strife.
But I turn not away from their smiles not their tears--both parts of an infinite plan;
Let me live in my house by the side of the road and be a friend to man.
Let me live in my house by the side of the road where the race of men go by--
They are good, they are bad, they are weak, they are strong, wise, foolish--so am I.
Then why should I sit in the scorner's seat or hurl the cynic's ban?-
Let me live in my house by the side of the road and be a friend to man.