The Bandit

 Upon his way to rob a Bank
 He paused to watch a fire;
Though crowds were pressing rank on rank
 He pushed a passage nigher;
Then sudden heard, piercing and wild,
 The screaming of a child.


A Public Enemy was he,
 A hater of the law;
He looked around for bravery
 But only fear he saw;
Then to the craven crowds amaze
 He plunged into the blaze.


How anguished was the waiting spell
 Of horror and of pain!
Then--then from out that fiery hell
 He staggered forth again:
The babe was safe, in blankets wrapt,
 The man flame lapt.


His record was an evil one,
 Of violence and sin.

No good on earth he'd ever done,
 Yet--may he Heaven win!
A gangster he .
 .
 .
 Is it not odd?
 --With guts of God.

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