all can measure worth, but

all can measure worth, but
few will see value,
and some may well estimate,
but less do valuate, validate
integrity, esteem character—
but then it’s its pride, when,
first it was proud,
the thing that makes one win over another—

how sweet is a goodly guess,
one of both rest and service, giving
of both question and answer—
and then to know one is truth, unison—
as good as a god worshipped, nearly,
and from far loved and remembered—

and all the words that are left, standing
for the same thing, a just cause in man,
mean nothing to me; I build as I plan:
I see the good in we, and pray where I land;
give me the world, I promise I’ll be
one to return, and turn favor for thee.