People are of two kinds, and he Was the kind I'd like to be. Some preach their virtues, and a few Express their lives by what they do; That sort was he. No flowery phrase Or glibly spoken word of praise Won friends for him. He wasn't cheap Or shallow, but his course ran deep, And it was pure. You know the kind. Not many in life you find Whose deeds outrun their words so far That more than what they seem, they are. |