The Sincere Man
What gifts of speech a man may own,
— What grace of manners may appear,
Have little worth unless his heart
— Be honest, forthright and sincere.
The sincere man is like a rock,
— As true as time; with honest eye
He looks you squarely in the face
— Nor turns aside to make reply.
Nothing is hidden; there is no sham,
— No camouflage to caution care,
No ifs or buts to haunt the mind,
— Or secret doubts to linger there.
A crystal candor marks his speech,
— With conscience clear he goes his way,
He does the thing he thinks is right
— Nor cares a whit what others say.
Give me a man that is sincere,
— And though a wealth of faults attend,
I shall clasp his hand in mine
— And claim him as a trusted friend!
What gifts of speech a man may own,
— What grace of manners may appear,
Have little worth unless his heart
— Be honest, forthright and sincere.
The sincere man is like a rock,
— As true as time; with honest eye
He looks you squarely in the face
— Nor turns aside to make reply.
Nothing is hidden; there is no sham,
— No camouflage to caution care,
No ifs or buts t the mind,
— Or secret doubts to linger there.
A crystal candor marks his speech,
— With conscience clear he goes his way,
He does the thing he thinks is right
— Nor cares a whit what others say.
Give me a man that is sincere,
— And though a wealth of faults attend,
I shall clasp his hand in mine
— And claim him as a trusted friend!
— What grace of manners may appear,
Have little worth unless his heart
— Be honest, forthright and sincere.
The sincere man is like a rock,
— As true as time; with honest eye
He looks you squarely in the face
— Nor turns aside to make reply.
Nothing is hidden; there is no sham,
— No camouflage to caution care,
No ifs or buts to haunt the mind,
— Or secret doubts to linger there.
A crystal candor marks his speech,
— With conscience clear he goes his way,
He does the thing he thinks is right
— Nor cares a whit what others say.
Give me a man that is sincere,
— And though a wealth of faults attend,
I shall clasp his hand in mine
— And claim him as a trusted friend!
What gifts of speech a man may own,
— What grace of manners may appear,
Have little worth unless his heart
— Be honest, forthright and sincere.
The sincere man is like a rock,
— As true as time; with honest eye
He looks you squarely in the face
— Nor turns aside to make reply.
Nothing is hidden; there is no sham,
— No camouflage to caution care,
No ifs or buts t the mind,
— Or secret doubts to linger there.
A crystal candor marks his speech,
— With conscience clear he goes his way,
He does the thing he thinks is right
— Nor cares a whit what others say.
Give me a man that is sincere,
— And though a wealth of faults attend,
I shall clasp his hand in mine
— And claim him as a trusted friend!
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