English poem
The Wider View
by Arthur St. John Adcock (1864–1930)
Nay, if your friend should prove A secret foe, And where you sowed your love No love should grow; If when your hope had end, One smiled thereat, One promised to befriend And then forgat-- You may not judge the world by this man or by that.
What though to-day the ways Are chill with sleet? The year has many days, And some are sweet; And while the world no less Within its span Hath still one heart to bless For two that ban, You need but lose your faith in men, and not in man.