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...THE WHITE LIGHTS by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON SLANTS AT BUFFALO, NEW YORK by CARL SANDBURG BEPPO: A VENETIAN STORY by GEORGE GORDON BYRON TO MY BOOKS by CAROLINE ELIZABETH SARAH SHERIDAN NORTON ON LOOKING INTO GOLDING'S OVID by STEVE SCAFIDI JR. |