Love Between Brothers and Sisters
Whatever brawls disturb the street,
There should be peace at home;
Where sisters dwell and brothers meet,
Quarrels should never come.
Birds in their little nests agree;
And 'tis a shameful sight,
When children of one family
Fall out and chide and fight.
Hard names at first, and threatening words
That are but noisy breath,
May grow to clubs and naked swords,
To murder and to death.
The devil tempts one mother's son
To rage against another.
So wicked Cain was hurried on,
'Til he had killed his brother.
The wise will let their anger cool
At least before 'tis night!
But in the bosom of a fool
It burns 'til morning light.
Pardon, oh Lord, our childish rage,
Our little brawls remove,
That as we grow to riper age,
Our hearts may all be love.
This work published before January 1, 1923 is in the public domain worldwide because the author died at least 100 years ago.