Perhaps a sister to

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Sweet charity of your heart
Modesty of expression
In humility you bathe
Shakespeare would find in you
A counterpoint to his shrew
Perhaps a sister to Desdemona
A father's daughter fine
Perhaps a wife as fine as best wine
Never knowing over-indulgence
Reining in flights of fancy
A part of your world and it a part of you
Feel every injustice and crime
As if these affronts marked your own skin
Supporter of needy causes plentiful
Sure of God and heaven's aims
Never a truer heart could be
Or more pure a sight could see
Never seeing the evil in another
In every person seek love and understanding
Expecting all to seek the same
And when the unrighteous spoil and taint
Dislocate your vision of this dream
You feel a sadness greater for them
Than any misery inflicted upon yourself
As they are friends who have stumbled
Tripped along the way secure
Found the darkness overwhelming
Through which you walk with lantern high
Bringing light as you walk by
Seeking no more from your world
Than another breath another day
So you may experience more along the way
And if some illness or misfortune strikes you down
Your brow is not crowded with a frown
For you know all is as it should be
In this perfect world you see
The diseased and dying need your help
The cold and hungry never your thought
Everyone in the wide broad world
A project to be remade whole
Return a smile onto their lips
Help them up when world slips
And yet most likely as is humanity's way
You find yourself alone and unwanted
For we all would like such perfection of vision for ourselves
But not to have such in our own actions
To be unable with such clarity to be
Completely selfless and without need
To be without ignorance or any greed
Seems a contradiction to form we would aspire
And your constant presence perfect
Reminds us of our failings many
The wavering from your straight course
The lies so fragile when confronted by your truth
And so out of spite we reject
The charity and goodness you set
Our jealousy and envy flows as anger
Maybe even murder nurtured in our hearts
For the fact you can act truly
In a world where we are knaves
And to our own desires cowards.