In youth I burned them into memory,
With age their wisdom comes more clear
And so I celebrate something of the spirit of her guest room here.
'In men whom men condemn as ill
I find so much of goodness still.
In men whom men pronounce divine I find so much of sin and blot
I hesitate to draw the line where God has not.'
Unascribed poem on a very old lithograph
Bill Grace
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