A fair mind caged in sanity ,
Disciplined and trained by conscience,
Seeks only the righteous humanity;
Has all the graceful nobility hence;
True it is that in a heath, a good seed,
And and a bad one in a rich land,
Are but the worthless and wan weed.
Oh! the cordial chain of human hand..!
Genuine fellow feeling does generate
A charismatic aura around one and all
Prompting perceptive good-will to venerate;
Pomp and prodigy within real import fall.
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A brilliant poem Vidya! Appreciated your precise few words expressed in the opening three lines!