Poems (Acton)/The Power of doing Good
THE POWER OF DOING GOOD.
Why seek we ever happiness Where least it loves to hide,Shunning the daisy-spangled plain, To climb the mountain side?Why strive to reach the stately bough That waveth far on high,And glance not on the velvet moss That at our feet doth lie?
There is a potent charm can give The gem we yearn to clasp;Which brightly shines till nearly won, Yet fades within our grasp.Seek then that great yet simple charm, So rarely understood;That wakes the soul to feelings warm— The power of doing good.
And think not that to work its spells 'Tis wealth alone can lendThe thousand means that aid our hearts The needy to befriend. No! the kind word, the friendship true, That change doth never know;Though the cold breath of Poverty Upon a friend may blow.
The ready hand stretched forth to raise The crushed, yet erring one;The lips that dare to speak of wrong When worth lies trampled on;These, tho' but slight their pow'r appears, Peace to the soul may bring,And heal a wound when gold could give No balm to suffering.
And since such humble deeds may call A blessing on our path,Why seek we still where happiness Its dwelling never hath?Let us not reach the stately bough That waveth far on high,But stoop to pluck the velvet moss That at our feet doth lie.H. A.