Both read the Bible day and night, but thou read black where I read white.

Both read the Bible day and night, But thou read'st black where I read white

The crow wished everything was black, the owl, that every thing was white.

My mother bore me in the southern wild, / And I am black, but O! my soul is white.

O Rose, thou art sick! The invisible worm, That flies in the night, In the howling storm, Has found out thy bed Of crimson joy; And his dark secret love Does thy life destroy

I read the paper every day and the Bible every day; that way I know what both sides are up to.