Classic Poem

Come , sing a song of Charity!
Oh, may she ne'er forsake us!
For, good or bad, we're all what God
And circumstances make us.
What's clear to me is dim to thee;
Opinions are divided;
'Tis hard to judge what's wholly fudge,
For things are many-sided.

I have a few thoughts of my own,
With no one would I niffer;
On such points both may be mista'en,
So let's agree to differ.
We'll sing a song of Charity,
And may she ne'er forsake us!
For, good or bad, we're all what God
And circumstances make us.

Yet men will sigh, and wonder why
The bigot's hither sent—
Such solemn fools are but the tools
To work out God's intent.
So may we never do them wrong,
Such still has been our prayer,
For had our lot been theirs, I wot,
We'd just been such as they are.

But tho' so mad the wars we've had,
When Death shall send us thither,
For all that's past we hope at last
To meet in light together.
Then sing a song of Charity!
And pray for truth to aid us;
For, good or bad, we're all what God
And circumstances made us.