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IT'S NOTHING TO ME

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Pacific Press Publishing Company · Oakland, California · Feb 25, 1897

FromSigns of the Times, Vol. 23, No. 8.

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“IT'S NOTHING TO ME.”

“It's nothing to me,” the mother said; “I have no fear that my boy will tread The downward path of sin and shame, And crush my heart and darken my name.”
It was something to her when her oldest son From the path of life was early won, And madly quaffed of the flowing bowl. Then—a ruined body and shipwrecked soul.
“It's nothing to me,” the young man cried; In his eye was a flash of scorn and pride. “I heed not the dreadful things you tell; I can rule myself, I know full well!”
’Twas something to him when in prison he lay, The victim of drink, life ebbing away, As he thought of his wretched child and wife And the mournful wreck of his wasted life.
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