He sat down by the roadway to put on
The boots some other tramp had chucked aside
He may have had his weaknesses; but none
Could have accused Old Bones of sinful pride.

The new boots fitted to a marvel, though
They weren't so new, but that, they, too, had seen
What worldly folk call better days: and so
Old Bones saw in them what they once had been:

And, as he rose again to go his ways
Beneath the hawthorn, his old heart was gay —
Chuckling, It's true we've all seen better days;
Yet, who the deuce could want a better day!