Author Francis Fawkes No good in life the race of men can see, Spring from one root, as branches from the tree; But near the good we find the evil still, And frequent good arises out of ill. Tags Short Poems Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments