Classic Poem

I never like the fellow's plan
Who seeks to pull another down,
And laughs when he has caught his man
And maybe takes away his crown;
Or would remove it if he could
Although the fellow may be right;
Or if he's wrong, it's never good
To hurt one with a greater blight.

The better plan for all, we know,
Is lift the fallen to his feet;
Or if one's up, don't scheme to throw
Across his path for him to meet
A stumbling stone, a rope or chain
You think may cause a mighty fall;
For by such plans you'll never gain
The height of one who should be tall.