When Satan sends - to vex the mind of man
And urge him on to meanness and to wrong -
His satellites, there is not one that can
Acquit itself like envy. Not so strong
As lust, so quick as fear, so big as hate -
A pigmy thing, the twin of sordid greed -
Its work all noble things to underrate,
Decry fair face, fair form, fair thought, fair deed,
A sneer it has for what is highest, best,
For love's soft voice, and virtue's robe of white;
Truth is not true, and pity is not kind,
A great task done is but a pastime light.
Tormented and tormenting is the mind
That grants to envy room to make its nest.
Envy
Jean Blewett
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Poem topics: fear, greed, hate, light, lust, noble, truth, work, voice, white, great, room, strong, face, wrong, true, soft, thought, love, I love you, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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