How wonderful and pleasant ’tis
Or so that I have heard
When brothers live in harmony…
And walnuts split in thirds.
For harmony is near as dear
As Aaron’s ’nointing oil
That ran from top his balding pate
And ’broidered garb did soil.
Yes, harmony is neat and sweet
As lofty Hermon’s dew
Bedecking grass in swardlets green
That cattle just pass’d through.
Yes, brothers bait and brothers taunt
They mock, and yes, so chide
That when to public ’vents they ’vite
You’re more inclined to hide.
And even those you call your own
By choice if not by birth
Can be the source of much chagrin
And barely stifled mirth.
Yes, let the dead inter the dead
For that’s what “brothers” do.
Make no mistake—If peace you want
This min’stry’s not for you!