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Seeds Of Kindness

If you have a friend worth loving,
Love him. Yes, and let him know
That you love him, ere life's evening
Tinge his brow with sunset glow.
Why should good words ne'er be said
Of a friend-till he is dead?

If you hear a song that thrills you,
Sung by any child of song,
Praise it. Do not let the singer
Wait deserved praises long.
Why should one who thrills your heart
Lack the joy you may impart?

If you hear a prayer that moves you
By its humble, pleading tone,
join it. Do not let the seeker
Bow before his God alone.
Why should not your brother share
The strength of "two or three" in prayer?

If you see the hot tears falling
From a brother's weeping eyes
Share them. And by kindly sharing
Own your kinship to the skies.
Why should anyone be glad
When another's heart is sad?

If a silvery laugh goes rippling
Through the sunshine on his face,
Share it. "Tis the wise man's saying--
For both grief and joy a place.
There's health and goodness in the mirth
In which an honest laugh has birth.

If your work is made more easy
By a friendly, helping hand,
Say so. Speak out brave and truly
Ere the darkness veil and land.
Should a fellow worker near
Falter for a word of cheer?

Scatter thus your seeds of kindness
All enriching as you go--
Leave them. Trust the Harvest-giver;
he will make each seed to grow.
So until the happy end,
You life shall never lack a friend.

Author Unknown

What Makes A Home?

"What makes a home?"
I asked my little boy,
And this is what he said,
"You, mother,
And when father comes.
Our table set all shiny,
And my bed,
And mother, I think it's home,
Because we love each other."

You who are old and wise
What would you say
If you were asked the question?
Tell me, pray.

And simply as a little child,
The old wise ones can answer nothing more--
A man, a woman and a child,
Their love,
Warm as the gold hearth fire along the floor.
A table, and a lamp for light.
And smooth white beds at night.
Only the old sweet fundamental things.

And long ago I learned--
home may be near, home may be far
But it is anywhere
That love
And a few plain household treasures are.

Author Unknown

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