How many would cheerfully submit,
Who'd reached their manhood days?
It might not be the blackest crime
Known to the criminal code,
But can it be sufficiently white
To call it very good?
It may not be so good nor bad,
Nor bad nor good indeed,
But is it plenty good enough
As a standard for a creed?
You may keep it hid in an air-tight box.
With psychological band,
Then, you see, 'tis safe to wager
"That mind's the standard of the Man."
So long as minds cannot be seen
And pictured to the folk,
So long there'll be deceitfulness
Played by the earthly crook.