OUR KIND OF A MAN

The kind of a man for you and me!

He faces the world unflinchingly,

And smites, as long as the wrong resists,

With a knuckled faith and force like fists:

He lives the life he is preaching of,

And loves where most is the need of love;

His voice is clear to the deaf man's ears,

And his face sublime through the blind man's tears;

The light shines out where the clouds were dim,

And the widow's prayer goes up for him;

The latch is clicked at the hovel door

And the sick man sees the sun once more,

And out o'er the barren fields he sees

Springing blossoms and waving trees,

Feeling as only the dying may,

That God's own servant has come that way,

Smoothing the path as it still winds on

Through the Golden Gate where his loved have gone.

The kind of a man for me and you!

However little of worth we do

He credits full, and abides in trust

That time will teach us how more is just.

He walks abroad, and he meets all kinds

Of querulous and uneasy minds,

And, sympathizing, he shares the pain

Of the doubts that rack us, heart and brain;

And, knowing this, as we grasp his hand,

We are surely coming to understand!

He looks on sin with pitying eyes—

E'en as the Lord, since Paradise,—

Else, should we read, "Though our sins should glow

As scarlet, they shall be white as snow"?—

And, feeling still, with a grief half glad,

That the bad are as good as the good are bad,

He strikes straight out for the Right—and he

Is the kind of a man for you and me!