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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=408868" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Men Who Live It Down</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I have sinned, like others, blindly, without thought and without fear,<br>And my best friends say it kindly, ‘You should go away from here.’<br>Shall I fly the paltry spirit of a narrow little town,<br>While the battle-drums are beating for the men who live it down? <br>Down the street where all men know me I can walk with level eyes,<br>They believe the lies about me, they can sneer, but I despise.<br>From my black and bitter childhood, from my dull and joyless youth,<br>It is I who—it is I who—I and Christ who know the truth! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I have sinned, but as a man might; like a man I’ll rise again<br>From long nights of mental torture, from long days of care and pain.<br>Pass me by with eyes averted, with a shrug or with a frown,<br>But their heads shall bow in ashes long ere my head shall go down! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ah! the curs, who dare not trespass, quick to sneer and quick to blame;<br>But the wider world is kinder—it takes long to damn a name.<br>There’s a heart that’s worth a million and a head that’s worth a crown,<br>And the flash of bright eyes sometimes for the men who live it down. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">There’s a hand-grip close and silent, firm in trust and sympathy,<br>Sends the old thrill through my being, sends the old hopes up in me.<br>There is one who’ll stand beside me when the screen is round my bed,<br>And the godly pass their stricture on the sinner who is dead. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">When the crape is round my picture and my mad, wild spirit’s free—<br>And you realise how little you have ever known of me<br>When the worst is said and printed by the coward and the clown,<br>Then, I trust, a friend might answer—‘There lies one who lived it down.’</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Henry+Lawson">Henry Lawson</a><div class=q>
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