The modern shylock now, who craves
The sentence of the court,
Is just the man who, many times,
Society he has hurt.
He stands aloof from other folk,
And cries with a loud voice:
"Down, down, with evil and all crime!
Arise, my friends, rejoice!"
But turn on him the cathode rays
And search him, if you can,
You'll be convinced, beyond a doubt,
"That mind's the standard of the Man."
There's many a man who's been misjudged.
And met his doom and fate;
And the truth thereof could ne'er be learned
Until it was too late.
If cathode rays could have been used,
And falsehood put to flight,