p. 409 | THE ’MOTE PULLER by Mrs. L. D. Avery-Stuttle

Seventh-day Adventist Publishing Association · Battle Creek, Mich. · Jun 25, 1901

THE ’MOTE PULLER.

By Mrs. L. D. Avery-Stuttle

MRS. L. D. AVERY-STUTTLE.

Once there was a man who lived over the way, Who had nothing to do, so I've heard him say; Yet he was too busy, his neighbors said, To labor hard for his daily bread. Yes, quite too busy to earn his salt, So he made it his business to—just find fault.

In every person who passed along, This mote puller saw there was something wrong, Till day and night ’twas his only cry:— “I’ve discovered a mote in my brother’s eye! Here, brother, here, let me pull it out, You’re blind as a ground mole, I haven’t a doubt.”

If he went to meeting, ’twas all the same, The congregation were blind and lame; “The blinded parson can never see With that terrible mote in his eye,” said he. “Why doesn’t he ask me to pull it out? I, only, see what the man’s about.”

His poor old wife had never a rest, He would scold and fret with a zeal and zest, For he was sure he could always see A mote in her eye, and he knew that he Was the only fellow, without a doubt, Who was able and willing to pull it out.

So he went about it; but what do we find! It was all in vain, for he was blind; For the beam in his own eye grew so great That it couldn’t be pulled,—it was quite too late. And so, O pity! he had to die With a mighty beam in his own blind eye.