 | Letters of Laura D'Auverne |  |
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KINDNESS.
Oh! if kindness sought one
When her hand were needed,
Low as fate had brought one,
Misery might be heeded!
But, in his elateness,
Proud of worldly praises,
Man, to grasp at greatness,
Tramples man,—not raises!
When her hand were needed,
Low as fate had brought one,
Misery might be heeded!
But, in his elateness,
Proud of worldly praises,
Man, to grasp at greatness,
Tramples man,—not raises!
With life's units rarely
Man true progress classes;
Kindness grants he sparely,
Preaching as he passes!
Though, would one befriend one,
All might be befriended;
If but one would mend one,
All might be amended!
Man true progress classes;
Kindness grants he sparely,
Preaching as he passes!
Though, would one befriend one,
All might be befriended;
If but one would mend one,
All might be amended!
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Would man's language knew
Less of mere profession,—
Glad his part to do
According to possession!
For, while thousands wait,
With no friend to heed them,
Little helps are great
To the hearts that need them.
Less of mere profession,—
Glad his part to do
According to possession!
For, while thousands wait,
With no friend to heed them,
Little helps are great
To the hearts that need them.
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