I love this poem by Edwin Markham, born in 1852, a poem still so impactful to me today in a time of increasing American tribalism and a too prevalent culture of contempt. Or perhaps this is more personal, when a family member or once friend severs ties, excludes or excommunicates, perhaps the "wit to win" is to love them nonetheless, unconditionally. Even if it takes years and years, love holds open the hope: they may have drawn lines to divide, but one day they may realize your circle truly never let them go.