Compassion is a root that's hard to taste,
So bitter is it to Dame Reason's tongue,
If once it calls her perfect prudence wrong,
She spits it out in self-defensive haste.
The Suffer-With-Another Root is sweet -
If you have too long tasted Reason's fare,
That leaves her neighbor wounded, dying there,
Compassion is a rare and wholesome treat.
Some try to call this root emotive food,
Pathetic, bound to Pathos' mobs and charm;
But it defies Dame Logos' false alarm,
And with its nutrients it feeds the good,
But savors still as bitterness to those
Who cannot take their keisters off their nose.
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