Show afoa khoa V THE MAN I 1 Is there no secret place on the face of the earth where charity dwell eth where virtue hath birth where bosoms in mercy and kindness will heave I 1 and the poor and the wretched shall ask and receive Is there no place on earth where a knock from tue the asor wili will bring a kind angel to open the door ah ala search the wide world wherever you can there la is no open door fb for a man look in yon ball hali there where tha the chandeliers I 1 s light drives off with its ita splendor the darkness aar kness of night where the rich nich hanm hanx g in shadowy fold Sweeps gracefully down with its trimming of 01 gold 1 i i and the mirrors of silver take up ad renew reney ene ir in long lighted vistas the wandering view go there in your patches and find if you can A wc welcoming smile for a man go look in yon church of the coudre aching piret which gives rack to the bun sun his same look of red fire lre e where where t tha the b q arches and column saro sare gorgeous within f J j I 1 and and the walls as a soul boul without sin il ij i i i t f I 1 n r go do down n theang thelong aisle aisie see the rich and the great in the pomp and the pride of their worldly estate walk down in inbur patches and find tind if you sou can who opens a pew to a mant i go look to yon judigo in his dark flowing gown with the sc seales scales kies ales law weigh heth beth eth equity down I 1 i where he frowns on tae the weak and smiles on j 0 the strong and kid puni punishes shep right while he justifies wrong ware jurors their lips on n the bible have laid T orender bender To d render a verdict verd lct they ve already made godere in tie tae ane courtroom cour Toom and find if you can aniro any taw law for the cause of a mant man v go lookin the bank banks where mammo mammon n has told liis ills hun hundreds eds and thousands of sliver silver and gold where safe from the hands of the starving and it poor P 00 iss las pu upon pile of the glittering ore 0 the counter ah there you may stay ki till your youn i limbs grow old and your hair turns gr grey i and find at the banks no one of the clan with money to lend to a man th then n go to your hovel no raven has fed th the elife wife who has summered suffered too long for her bread rau rhu by heip herp her palle palie ilet liet tand 1 and anh kiss the death fuoti frost mu fr efrom m the lips of the angel your poverty lost ten then turn fi in your agony upward to god god and bless while it smites amides douthe you the chastening cha rod and find at trie end of you lifes little span 1 theres a welcome above for a mant mani man |