BROTHERHOOD

Give me, O Lord, to see my brother whole,Regarding not the color, caste, or creedWhich mortal thought in ignorance of SoulAscribes. Let me accord to him due meedOf praise well earned for honest work well doneIn common cause to lighten human toil,Nor be censorious if, ere victory won,He stumbles oft, dust-blinded in the coilOf ill-directed striving. Let me standReady with understanding word to cheerHim on to wiser effort, and with handPrompt to help, till, sounding strong and clear,"Well done" shall mark completion of the task.Against carping doubt of him be mine to knowIts lying serpent source. This would I ask,Full confident in Love's unceasing flow.Grant me to feel, in my own turn, the graceOf canceled wrong, to accept the healing rod,As Jacob saw his brother Esau's face,Beholding as it were the face of God.

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