What if it were our object to grow wise,
The aim of all humanity through time?
What is it then we’d come to realize
That makes our worldly wandering sublime?
Wherein lie healing, health and wholesomeness,
Prerequisites for our beatitude?
What virtues would a sapient life express,
Such as our greatest sages would conclude?
I think they’d say we must see in each other
Someone whose needs and ours are just the same,
Each one being held a sister or a brother
Dearly beloved, for loving is our aim.
This world will have grown wise when we conclude
That love’s the way to find beatitude.