The man that is open of heart to his neighbour, <br />And stops to consider his likes and dislikes, <br />His blood shall be wholesome whatever his labour, <br />His luck shall be with him whatever he strikes. <br />The Splendour of Morning shall duly possess him, <br />That he may not be sad at the falling of eve. <br />And, when he has done with mere living--God bless him!-- <br />A many shall sigh, and one Woman shall grieve! <br /> <br />But he that is costive of soul toward his fellow, <br />Through the ways, and the works, and the woes of this life, <br />Him food shall not fatten, him drink shall not mellow; <br />And his innards shall brew him perpetual strife. <br />His eye shall be blind to God's Glory above him; <br />His ear shall be deaf to Earth's Laughter around; <br />His Friends and his Club and his Dog shall not love him; <br />And his Widow shall skip when he goes underground!<br /><br />Rudyard Kipling<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/neighbours-2/
