Poems (Lambert)/Kindness
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KINDNESS.
ONE single word of heartfelt kindness, Oft is worth a mine of gold,—Yet how oft, we, in our blindness, The most precious wealth withhold.
Like soft dews on thirsting flowers, It revives the drooping heart;And its magical blest showers Is the soul's best healing art.
Oh! however sad and lonely Life's dark, sterile path may be,One, one single kind word only Causeth all its gloom to flee.
How can we know of the troubles That must rack another's soul,All must know that empty bubbles Of Life's cares o'er all heads roll.
Then forgiving and forgetting, Let for aye the kind word fall,Only our own sins regretting With a charity for all.
Then this life will be a pleasure, When we all speak words of love,For we know our earthly measure Will be more than filled above.