Pray, don't find fault with the man that limps Or stumbles along the road Unless you have worn the shoes he wears Or struggled beneath his load. There may be tacks, in his shoes, that hurt (Though hidden away from view) Or the burden he bears, placed on your back, Might cause you to stumble, too. Don't sneer at the man who's down, today, Unless you have felt the blow That caused his fall or felt the shame That only the fallen know. You may be strong but, still, the blows That was his, if dealt to you In the selfsame way, at the selfsame time, Might cause you to stagger, too. Don't be too harsh with the man that sins Or pelt him with word, or stone, Unless you are sure (yea, doubly sure) That you have no sins of your own. For, you know, perhaps, If the tempter's voice should whisper as soft to you As it did to him, when he went astray, It might cause you to falter, too.