DENNIS O'NEIL'S DREAM
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A plea for me of course you'll make
In my behalf for friendship's sake.
"What must I do—if there should be
A vacant place in there for me—
Tell me now, I ask of you
What is the first thing I must do'
"First," then said Pat, "Inside the gates
A pure and spotless Book awaits
Where you—like each and every one
Must write your name, What you have done,
Your faults, your sins, every time you have lied,
That you can recall till the day that you died.—
Every dishonest act write out plainly and bold—
For your chances are lost if one thing you withhold!
"And how long is it, I'd like to know
Pat, since you left the world below?"—
"If I mistake not, it is ten
Years I've with patience held the pen."—
"What errand calls you forth this morn?"
"More ink," said Pat, "I must hasten on."
"Ten years since you've been in this clime—
And you've been writing all the time!
Begorry then, its more than 'tis worth—
And I think, on the whole, I'll go back to the Earth.
—For really, you see, 'tis not worthy the strife—
Sure, 'twould kape me at work all the days of me life!"
In my behalf for friendship's sake.
"What must I do—if there should be
A vacant place in there for me—
Tell me now, I ask of you
What is the first thing I must do'
"First," then said Pat, "Inside the gates
A pure and spotless Book awaits
Where you—like each and every one
Must write your name, What you have done,
Your faults, your sins, every time you have lied,
That you can recall till the day that you died.—
Every dishonest act write out plainly and bold—
For your chances are lost if one thing you withhold!
"And how long is it, I'd like to know
Pat, since you left the world below?"—
"If I mistake not, it is ten
Years I've with patience held the pen."—
"What errand calls you forth this morn?"
"More ink," said Pat, "I must hasten on."
"Ten years since you've been in this clime—
And you've been writing all the time!
Begorry then, its more than 'tis worth—
And I think, on the whole, I'll go back to the Earth.
—For really, you see, 'tis not worthy the strife—
Sure, 'twould kape me at work all the days of me life!"
