But right here, I tell you he ain't a hypocrite, This ain't a pose. But I'll tell you: In '96 when they knocked him out, I know what he said to himself as well As if I heard him say it ... I'll tell you in a minute. But suppose you were giving a lecture on the constitution, And you got mixed on your dates, And the audience rotten-egged you, And some one in the confusion Stole the door receipts, And there you were, disgraced and broke! But suppose you could just change your clothes, And lecture to the same audience On the religious nature of Washington, And be applauded and make money-- You'd do it, wouldn't you? Well, this is what Bill said to himself: "I'm naturally regular and religious. I'm a moral man and I can prove it By any one in Marion County, Or Jacksonville or Lincoln, Nebraska. I'm a radical, but a radical Alone can be religious. I belong to the church, if not to the bank, Of the people who defeated me. And I'll prove to religious people That I'm a man to be trusted-- And just what a radical is. And I'll make some money while winning the votes Of the churches over the country."... That's it--it ain't hypocrisy, It's using what you are for ends, When you find yourself in trouble. And this accounts for "The Prince of Peace"-- Except no one but him could write it-- And "The Value of an Ideal"-- (Which is money in bank and several farms) ... His place in history? One time my grandfather, who was nearly blind, Went out to sow some grass seed. They had two sacks in the barn, One with grass seed, one with fertilizer, And he got the sack with fertilizer, And scattered it over the ground, Thinking he was sowing grass. And as he was finishing up, a grandchild, Dorothy, eight years old, Followed him, dropping flower seeds. Well, after a time That was the greatest patch of weeds You ever saw! And the old man sat, Half blind, on the porch, and said: "Good land, that grass is growing!" And there was nothing but weeds except A few nasturtiums here and there That Dorothy had sown.... Well, I forgot. There was a sunflower in one corner That looked like a man with a golden beard And a mass of tangled, curly hair-- And a pumpkin growing near it.... * * * * * Say, Ed! lend me eighty dollars To pay my life insurance. THE VISION