Classic Poem

What is Religion? " Speak the truth in love. "
Reject no good. Mend, if thou canst, thy lot.
Doubting, enquire, — nor dictate till thou prove.
Enjoy thy own — exceed not, trespass not.
Pity the scorners of life's meanest thing.
If wrong'd, forgive — that hate may lose his sting.
Think, speak, work, get — bestow, or wisely keep.
So live, that thou may'st smile, and no one weep.
Be bless'd — like birds, that sing because they love;
And bless — like rivers, singing to the sun,
Giving and taking blessings, as they run;
Or soft-voic'd showers, that cool the answering grove,
When cloudy wings are wide in heav'n display'd,
And blessings brighten o'er the freshen'd sod,
Till earth is like the countenance of God.
This is Religion! saith the bard of trade.