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 You kind o’ wanted one my sort? —Right, God! I’ll be Your shingle-short!

Why, save us! Now I’ve slew’d my eye, An’ found You standin’ steady by, Holdin’ Your Finger in the pie, Things is a-turnin’ a traverse! ’Tain’t Curses, grinnin’ back o’ Good, That’s now a-bossin’ o’ the show— Too seeable to stay unseen— It’s Goodness, back of every Curse, A-smilin’ sunny an’ serene! Why....this rate, nothin’s Right-down Wrong? An’ as for somethin’ Right-down Right.... Think the whole jolly world ’ll do? For that’s the contrack!—I’ll allow, Scaffoldin’-kind o’ Right just now, But clean Right’s what it’s comin’ to! Bound to come right, because it’s Yours. —An’ one thing’s Right already,—YOU!

Ay! You ain’t shingle-short! You’re whole! You toe the mark, You touch the goal, Each time. Oh! Ain’t it a relief? Ain’t it a home, like, to the soul? Past all imperfecks under sun, Overdone, underdone, undone, Cockled, lopsided, leaky, odd, So-So, an’ Very-Near-Not-Quite,— There is one Somethin’ that’s A.1.! Oh, bless You, God, for bein’ GOD!— Full, out-an’-out, entire, clean, quite, An’ everlastin’—all All-Right!