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THE GREEN BAG
Two preachers on one doctrine can't decide; And doctors into many "paths" divide; But you have never heard of lawyers splitting, Or differences in rules of law admitting. Take all the preachers from the world and men Would have sweet ease of consciences then;. Remove the doctors and disease would die — Mankind would even death itself defy; But kill the lawyers? What would life be worth? 'Twould be, I know, a very hell on earth! Of men, the lawyer, minister aside, Works least for gold and most from honest pride.
True, lawyers rob their clients now and then; But I am speaking here of honest men. Thrice blest the man — whatever be his fame — Who lives for truth, and bears a blameless name! Thrice blest the lawyer who, true to his kind, Keeps ever pure in heart and clean in mind! He labors hard, lives well, at last dies poor, And when he's dead men hear of him no more. But of mankind he's happiest and best. All other men — well Heav'n defend the rest! DALLAS, TEXAS, July. 1906.
