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Show - r . f ' iii - t Sin of Not Thinking. Used to let his poor old mother go and carry in the wood, She was jiibt a puclc-horse for him, but lie never understood; Never thought of bringing water from the spring down the luue, Or of helplu' her to gather In tho clo.s before tho rain. Let her keep a-waitln'ou him, though her bacc was achin, so 'Twasn't 'cause he didn't love her ho just didn't think, you know. Then ho went away nud married, left her llvln' there alone; Course his wife she didn't want her sho had people of her own. And ho carried in the klndlin', and ho built the fires, too. And, to tell tho truth, I dunno what there was he didn't do; Had to hustle now . I tell you. Got to thinkin', too, at last. That he might of been a little mite more thoughtful m the past. After 'while the wear. mother put her burdens all away. And wo went and heard the preacher praUe the poor oid soul oue day; And I stood and looked down at her when they pushed the lid aside Poor old handal 1 didn't wonder that herioy sat there and cried Just as If he couldn't beirlt just 113 If his heart'd break Ho had kind of got tosi eiu what she.d suffered for his sake There's a lot of kinds i si nil In' that the good book tells about Sins eoncernln' which a body needn't ever be In doubt, Hut there's one sin that I reckon many u man who dosen't think, Will be held to strict account for when ho gets across the brink; For the wrong Unit's dune a person by another's want of thought IIurt8 as much as though the injured was the victim of a plot. Anony moim, 1 m 1 1 |
