A POEM OF RETRIBUTION. BY JAMES H. THOMASHave you watched the results of a thrown rubber ball. How quickly it rebounds when it strkes a stone wall? Just so hard as you throw it, so it will return ; It teaches a lesson that we all should learn. So a bad deed when done with an evil intent, Comes back again to us without our consent. It comes at a time when we're prosperous and gay, And stops our progress without a delay. We hide the bad deeds when we bury them deep, But they rise up again, and right straight at us peep; We are fearful, astonished, when these deeds condemn Us, by bursting upon us with power and vim. We then tell a lie to demolish this plant. And try to destroy it forever, but can't. We sever it 'way to some depth in the ground. But the roots from which it came are solid and sound. And when we are dead and in graves are hurled, These deeds will spring upward, and show to the world What we did in the dark, and then tried to keep hid.