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Tis indifference that shameth the soul
for it casteth a burgeoning shadow of sorrow.
Shouldest not compassion stir the soul to move
for such is the sacred sanction and the golden rule;
to love one another and seek thy brothers higher good.
Answereth me now hath empathy averted her eye
insensible to the stings of conscience and the hearts enbittered cry?
Can'st thou with deliberate distain thy neighbors forsake
when to thee his empassioned petition make?
Nay, for this I can avow, the heart raiseth a nobler thought
that the brotherhood of mankind will triumph when forgiveness
and love are sought