In youth I burned them into memory, <br />With age their wisdom comes more clear <br />And so I celebrate something of the spirit of her guest room here. <br /> <br />'In men whom men condemn as ill <br />I find so much of goodness still. <br />In men whom men pronounce divine I find so much of sin and blot <br />I hesitate to draw the line where God has not.' <br /> <br /> <br /> Unascribed poem on a very old lithograph<br /><br />Bill Grace<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/aunt-esther-s-guest-room-mantel-words/
