Oh, do not judge thy fellow man;
Reproachful epithets forbear;
He hath his place in Heaven's great plan;
The God, who made, hath placed him there.
He's POOR. But in his rags behold
A heart of pure and high intent;
And if his form is bent and old,
It is no cause of merriment.
Perhaps he's EVIL. Let thy prayer
Implore the God of truth and grace,
That soon his footsteps may repair
To virtue's bright and better ways.
OH, DO NOT JUDGE HIM. Hadst thou been,
Cast out like him to pine and die,
Thou too, allur'd and stain'd by sin,
Hadst needed tears of sympathy.
— Christ in the Soul (1872) LII.