MY CONSCIENCE.
Sometimes my Conscience says, says ho, "Don't'you know me?" ' And I, .says I, sheered through and through, "Of course I do. You air a iiico chap;'ever way, Fni hero to sayl You make mo cry—you make mo pray, And all them good' tilings that away-*. That is, at night. Whoro do you stay Durin' the day? And then my Conscience aftye, ono't, more, "You knows mo—shore? .. . "Oh, yes," says I, a-tnmblm faint, "You're jes' a saint! . , Your ways is 'all so holy-right, I love you better ever' night . You come around — tel p' l *™ daylight, When you air out o' sight! And then my Conscience; sort o' grit# His teotli, and spits _ On his two hands and gahbs, of course, Some old remorse, ; ~ And boats mo with the big btitt-end 0' that thing—'tel my clostest friend 'Ud hardly know me.' "how, says lie, "Be koerful as you'd orto bo { And alius think o' mo I . —James Whitcombe Riley, in th« "Century."
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Dominion, Volume 6, Issue 1860, 20 September 1913, Page 12
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163MY CONSCIENCE. Dominion, Volume 6, Issue 1860, 20 September 1913, Page 12
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