Classic Poem

To lead, not drive him, is the wiser plan
For tactfulness will tame him all the years,
And tenderness, not tyranny he fears,
For men were ever but a stubborn clan;
And long ago since first the world began
And stars rose dimly in the primal spheres,
A little wit, diplomacy, and tears.—
What havoc have they wrought with every man!

So shall you conquer, as the gentle rain,
Soothing his vanity to gain your ends,
Moulding his wishes till they meet your own;
Thus as a child his confidence you gain
For still to flattery his heart unbends,—
Only a child, a little larger grown.