When faith is lost, when honor dies, the man is dead.
When faith is lost, when honor dies, the man is dead.
On leaf of palm, on sedge-wrought roll On plastic clay and leathern scroll, Man wrote his thoughts the ages passed, And lo the Press was found at last.
And step by step, since time began, I see the steady gain of man.
The age is dull and mean. Men creep, Not walk with blood too pale and tame To pay the debt they owe to shame Buy cheap, sell dear eat. drink, and sleep down-pillowed, deaf to moaning want Pay tithes for soul-insurance keep Six days to Mammon, one to Cant.
© 2020 Inspirational Stories
© 2020 Inspirational Stories