A man's true measure, it would seem to me
Is weighed by spoken word and action, too
In sync they play the sweetest harmony
Reflecting each the other through and through.
Conversely, though, great rancor can be heard
Disharmony abounds and proves the soul
When actions do not match the spoken word
The characterís besmirched and black as coal.
Integrity is worth its weight in gold
But honorís fast a rare commodity
Manís virtue seems so easily is sold
To purchase passing ease or fantasy.
Nobilityís the crown of truthfulness
The prize of all who cherish honesty
Although they may be lacking grand finesse
Their words to me sing like fine poetry.
For golden words they speak who walk their talk
The rest, to me, it seems, is useless squawk.
And slight is the sting of his trouble
Whose winnings are less than his worth;
For he who is honest is noble,
Whatever his fortunes or birth.~~~Alice Cary, ~Nobility~
[This message has been edited by dsnyder (edited 02-04-2000).]