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Show CONSCIENCE ; There Is no sorrow quite so keen As that which marks an action mean. No hurts so sharp, as those which fall From angrj words we can't recall. Howe'er by foes we are assailed There's no disgrace in having failed. So bitter, when ihe past we scan, AS having tailed to play the man. Who once has done a cruel thim: Long afterwards .-dtall feel its ctiug. W ho once upon life'u changing stage Has wounded, in an hour of rage By blows unfair or deed unkind His fellow man. shall live to find That never more is he to claim His freedom from regret and shame. i Were we to live our lives anew, How many things we would not do, ! Could we this journey brife remake. How many gaius we'd scorn to take. How many joys we'd sacrifice Rather than pay their bitter price, Man's greatest shame in every test Is having failed to be his best. Man's conscience is a master stern. As each of us has come to learn, And he who by some thoughtless deed Has caused another's heart io bleed j Shall suffer till life runs its course The keenest anguish of remorse. With him his memory long shall live; I Self cannot sell its wrongs forgive. |