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Edgar Guest - The Homely Man
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Looks as though a cyclone hit him—
Can`t buy clothes that seem to fit him;
An` his cheeks are rough like leather,
Made for standin` any weather.
Outwards he was fashioned plainly,
Loose o` joint an` blamed ungainly,
But I`d give a lot if I`d
Been built half as fine inside.

Best thing I can tell you of him
Is the way the children love him.
Now an` then I get to thinkin`
He`s much like old Abe Lincoln;
Homely like a gargoyle graven—
Worse`n that when he`s unshaven;
But I`d take his ugly phiz
Jes` to have a heart like his.

I ain`t over-sentimental,
But old Blake is so blamed gentle
An` so thoughtfull-like of others
He reminds us of our mothers.
Rough roads he is always smoothing
An` his way is, Oh, so soothin`,
That he takes away the sting
When your heart is sorrowing.

Children gather round about him
Like they can`t get on without him.
An` the old depend upon him,
Pilin` all their burdens on him,
Like as though the thing that grieves `em
Has been lifted when he leaves `em.
Homely? That can`t be denied,
But he`s glorious inside.
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