John Hay

I think that saving a little child And bringing him to his own, Is a derned sight better business Than loafing around the throne.

The people will come to their own at last,— God is not mocked forever.

At my door the Pale Horse stands To carry me to unknown lands.

He weren't no saint—but at jedgment I'd run my chance with Jim. 'Longside of some pious gentlemen That wouldn't shook hands with him. He seen his duty, a dead-sure thing— And went for it thar and then;

He never funked and he never lied I reckon he never knowed how.

Dealing with a government [Tsarist Russia] with whom mendacity is a science is an extremely difficult and delicate matter.

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