A Ballad Of Gentleness Poem by Amelie Harding

A man who desires to live gently,
Must follow its path and speak with his wits
the virtue of love, and vice will flee,
For virtue seeks dignity,
and not the reverse, surely there it be,
All who wears the mitre, crown, or diademe.

The first generation was full of righteousness
True of his word, sober, pious, and free
clean of his ghost, and loved buisness
Against the vice of sloth, in honesty;
an, but although the virtue of love inherits he
he is not gentle, though in riches he seems,
All who wears the mitre, crown, or diadem.

Vice may be the heir to old richess
but there is no man, as men well see,
able to give his heir virtuous nobleness;
That can be given out by no man of degree
except from the Heavenly Father in majesty,
Who makes those who act rightly his heir,
All that wear the mitre, crown or diadem.