Poem by Joaquin (Cincinnatus Hiner) Miller

Byron

In men whom men condemn as ill
I find so much of goodness still,
In men whom men pronounce divine
I find so much of sin and blot,
I do not dare to draw a line
Between the two, where God has not.

1. Yosemite
2. In Père la Chaise
3. Sea-Blown
4. To Russia
5. Juanita

Lucretia Davidson Byron ("His faults were great, his virtues less")

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