The Indian Advocate
Vol. XV. JULY, 1903. No. 7
It was only a sunny smile,
And little it cost in the giving;
But it scattered the night
Like morning light,
And made the day worth living.
Through life's dull warp a woof it wove
In shining colors of hope and love
And the angels smiled as they watched above,
Yet little it cost in the giving. --
It was only a kindly word,
A word that was lightly spoken;
Yet not in vain,
For it stilled the pain
Of a heart that was nearly broken.
It strengthened a faith beset by fears,
And groping blindly through mists of tears,
For light to brighten the coming years,
Although it was kindly spoken.
It was only a helping hand,
And it seemed of little availing;
But its clasp was warm,
And it saved from harm
A brother whose strength was failing.
Its touch was tender as angel's wings,
But it rolled the stone from the hidden springs
And pointed the way to higher things,
Though it seemed of little availing.
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