BYRON

by: Joaquin Miller (1841-1913)

      N 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 do not dare to draw a line
      Between the two, where God has not.

"Byron" is reprinted from The Little Book of American Poets: 1787-1900. Ed. Jessie B. Rittenhouse. Cambridge: Riverside Press, 1915.

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