Say, does it spoil your pleasure in a town
To have your neighbors’ gardens full of roses?
Is your house dearer when its eye looks down
On evil-smelling shanties rough and brown?
Is your nose safer than your neighbor’s nose is?
Are you unhappy at some noble fête
To see the whole bright throng in radiant dresses?
Is your State safer when each other State
That borders it is full of want and hate?
Peace must be peace to all before it blesses.