He looks on sin with pitying eyes--
E'en as the Lord, since Paradise,--
Else, should we read, "Though our sins should glow
As scarlet, they shall be white as snow"?--
And, feeling still, with a grief half glad,
That the bad are as good as the good are bad,
He strikes straight out for the Right--and he
Is the kind of a man for you and me!




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"HOW DID YOU REST, LAST NIGHT?"


"How did you rest, last night?"--
I've heard my gran'pap say
Them words a thousand times--that's right--
Jes them words thataway!
As punctchul-like as morning dast
To ever heave in sight
Gran'pap 'ud allus haf to ast--
"How did you rest, last night?"

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Us young-uns used to grin,
At breakfast, on the sly,