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Rh is a good and a bad in the wayside inns
 * On the highways of our lives,

And man can never be free from sins,
 * No matter how hard he strives;

Yet even when down destruction's grade
 * Our thorny pathways trend,

In spite of a thousand errors made,
 * "It is never too late to mend."

There are crosses heavy for men to bear,
 * And passions to conquer too;

There are joys and woes that each must share
 * Before the journey is through;

But men may be poor for honor's sake,
 * And truth and right defend,

And hope will never this promise break,—
 * "It is never too late to mend."

'Tis never too late for a noble deed;
 * For, blessed by the angels' tears,

It plants in the breasts of men a seed
 * That will grow in after years;

And words of kindness, of hope, and cheer,
 * Will always comfort lend:

We must live for love, and banish fear,—
 * "It is never too late to mend."

It is never too late to mend, my lad,
 * No matter what people say;

And no man's nature is wholly bad,
 * Even if old and gray:

And in our journey toward the grave,
 * Until we reach the end,

There is time to change, and time to save,—
 * "It is never too late to mend."

Ernest McGaffey.