Poems (Dudley)/Choose

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CHOOSE.
A MEAN man there lived—so totally mean
 That he never drew generous breath
His vileness he knew, and remorse was so keen
 That he hated himself unto death.

A good man there was; so perfectly good
 That he couldn't do ill if he tried;
He talked of his good, so complacent his mood,
 Till the neighborhood faded and died.


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