NEVER TOO LATE.
There is a good and a bad in the wayside innsOn the highways of our lives,And man can never be free from sins,No matter how hard he strives;Yet even when down destruction’s gradeOur thorny pathways trend,In spite of a thousand errors made,“It is never too late to mend.”There are crosses heavy for men to bear,And passions to conquer too;There are joys and woes that each must shareBefore the journey is through;But men may be poor for honor’s sake,And truth and right defend,And hope will never this promise break,—“It is never too late to mend.”’Tis never too late for a noble deed;For, blessed by the angels’ tears,It plants in the breasts of men a seedThat will grow in after years;And words of kindness, of hope, and cheer,Will always comfort lend:We must live for love, and banish fear,—“It is never too late to mend.”It is never too late to mend, my lad,No matter what people say:And no man’s nature is wholly bad,Even if old and gray:And in our journey toward the grave,Until we reach the end,There is time to change, and time to save,—“It is never too late to mend.”Ernest McGaffey.
There is a good and a bad in the wayside innsOn the highways of our lives,And man can never be free from sins,No matter how hard he strives;Yet even when down destruction’s gradeOur thorny pathways trend,In spite of a thousand errors made,“It is never too late to mend.”There are crosses heavy for men to bear,And passions to conquer too;There are joys and woes that each must shareBefore the journey is through;But men may be poor for honor’s sake,And truth and right defend,And hope will never this promise break,—“It is never too late to mend.”’Tis never too late for a noble deed;For, blessed by the angels’ tears,It plants in the breasts of men a seedThat will grow in after years;And words of kindness, of hope, and cheer,Will always comfort lend:We must live for love, and banish fear,—“It is never too late to mend.”It is never too late to mend, my lad,No matter what people say:And no man’s nature is wholly bad,Even if old and gray:And in our journey toward the grave,Until we reach the end,There is time to change, and time to save,—“It is never too late to mend.”Ernest McGaffey.
There is a good and a bad in the wayside innsOn the highways of our lives,And man can never be free from sins,No matter how hard he strives;Yet even when down destruction’s gradeOur thorny pathways trend,In spite of a thousand errors made,“It is never too late to mend.”
There are crosses heavy for men to bear,And passions to conquer too;There are joys and woes that each must shareBefore the journey is through;But men may be poor for honor’s sake,And truth and right defend,And hope will never this promise break,—“It is never too late to mend.”
’Tis never too late for a noble deed;For, blessed by the angels’ tears,It plants in the breasts of men a seedThat will grow in after years;And words of kindness, of hope, and cheer,Will always comfort lend:We must live for love, and banish fear,—“It is never too late to mend.”
It is never too late to mend, my lad,No matter what people say:And no man’s nature is wholly bad,Even if old and gray:And in our journey toward the grave,Until we reach the end,There is time to change, and time to save,—“It is never too late to mend.”Ernest McGaffey.