Neighbors
Neighbors are not neighborly
Who close the windows tight,—
Nor those who fix a peeping eye
For finding things not right.
Let me have faith, is what I pray,
And let my faith be strong!—
But who am I, is what I say,
To think my neighbor wrong?
And though my neighbor may deny
That faith could be so slight,
May call me wrong, yet who am I
To think my neighbor right?
Perhaps we wisely by and by
May learn it of each other,
That he is right and so am I—
And save a lot of bother.