You can disagree in politics
And split on divers planks;
You can say the other fellows
Have allied themselves with cranks;
But isn't it a curious fact --
And blessed that it's so --
That there's nothing much the matter
With the folks you really know?
You can make of your religion
Just a creed for the elect;
You can turn a frigid shoulder
On most every other sect;
But I'll wager you have noticed
In your travels to and fro
That you have to make exceptions
Of the folks you really know.
You can stay aloof from people
In your little neighborhood
On the theory that the most of them
Are questionably good.
But the ones who win your favor,
Be their station high or low,
Are the ones by friendly visit
You have really come to know.
You can boast of your discernment
In appraising those you meet;
You can put them in two classes
In a manner most discreet;
But in the final reckoning,
You've seen how friendships grow
from the ranks of worthy people,
Folks you've really come to know.
So you'd best delay your judgement
On this motley humankind;
And be not the impetuous
In making up your mind.
For in the end, it always seems,
You're ready to bestow
Kind words on all the circle
Of the folks you've come to know!
(Copyright, 1940)
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