One never knows How far a word of kindness goes; One never sees How far a smile of friendship flees. Down, through the years, The deed forgotten reappears. One kindly word The souls of many here has stirred. Man goes his way And tells with every passing day, Until life's end: "Once unto me he played the friend." We cannot say What lips are praising us to-day. We cannot tell Whose prayers ask God to guard us well. But kindness lives Beyond the memory of him who gives. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A FORGOTTEN TUNE by PAUL VERLAINE LOVE by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE FAUST: SCENE 1. PROLOGUE IN HEAVEN by JOHANN WOLFGANG VON GOETHE SONG OF THE CHATTAHOOCHEE by SIDNEY LANIER AMONG THE REDWOODS by EDWARD ROWLAND SILL |