THE UPRIGHT MAN, he goes his way, He holds his God-marked brow erect, His where-abouts are like the day, Suspecting none, none him suspect. He wears his arm upon his sleeve, 5 Though spiteful daws may peck at will, And, though his fellow-men aggrieve, His heart of good they cannot kill. He loves and pities them, in spite Of all the ill they cause him too, 10 Their loss, he knows, is infinite, Better to suffer wrong than do! He yields obedience e’en where The law is not as it should be, For violence doth Peace impair, 35 Who brings, at last, all to agree. Yet must he speak against the wrong, Aye, though he suffer, he must speak, For Truth is stronger than the strong, And mightiest often in the weak. So goes the upright man his way 85 One with mankind, not of a sect, His goings open as the day His actions, like the light, direct!
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