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Show BOYS MAKE MEN. When you see a ragged urchin Standing wistful in the street, With torn hat and kneeless trousers, Dirty face and bare red feet, Pass not by that child unheeding; Smile upon him. Mark me, when He's grown old, he'll not forget it; For, remember boys make men. Have you never seen a grandsire? With his eyes aglow with joy, Bring to mind some act of kindness - Something said to him, a boy, Or relate some slight or coldness, With a brow all clouded, when He recalled some heart too thoughtless; So, remember boys make men. Let us try to add some pleasure To the life of every boy; For each child needs tender interest In its sorrows and its joy. Call your boys home by its brightness They avoid the household when It is cheerless with unkindness, For, remember boys make men. |