64523: The Two Brothers (An Allegory)

Once two brothers, Joe and Will,
Parted each to choose his home,
Joe on top of Windy Hill
Where the storm clouds go and come
All day long, but Will the other
In the plain would snugly rest
Low and safe yet near his brother:
Low and safe he made his nest
At the foot of Windy Hill,
Built a clattering Watermill.
In the winter Joe would freeze,
Will lay warm in his snug mill;
Through the summer Joe's cool breeze
Filled with envy burning Will.
Yet to take all times together
Both were portioned their fair due,
Joe enjoyed the fine warm weather,
Will could smile in winter too;
Neither troubled nor complained,
Each in his own home remained.
These two brothers at first sight
Made a pair of Heavenly Twins,
Two green peas, two birds in flight,
Two fresh daisies, two new pins:
Yet the second time you'd seen 'em,
Seen 'em close and watched 'em well,
You would find there lay between 'em
All the span of Heaven and Hell,
Spring and Autumn, East and West,
And I know whom I liked best.
Listen: once when lofty Joe
Climbing down to view the mill,
Wept to find Will lived so low
Would not stop to dine with Will,
Will climbed back through the cloudy smother
Laughed to feel he stood so high,
Tossed his hat up, kissed his brother,
Drank old ale, ate crusty pie . . .
will had no high soul, but oh
Give us Will, we all hate Joe!