No balm on earth to heal our hearts
Until our boy returns.
"Honor and shame from no condition rise;
Act well your part, there all the honor lies."
[How To Be Happy In Prison.]
BY NO. 22700
Do what is right, and day by day
Teach yourself that work is play
Of brain and muscle, rightly used—
And hurtful only when abused;
Deep interest take in all you do;
'Twill others please, as well as you.
Relieve a fellow prisoner's need;
Righteous counsel always heed;
Be not suspicious or unjust—
Few men betray a perfect trust;
He trusts the most whose heart is pure,
And generous thought will malice cure.