Gentle Words
Kind words revive the weary soul,
And cheer its saddest hours,
As dew refreshes drooping leaves,
And brightens fading flowers.
They fall, like sunshine, round the path
Of those who weary roam,
And are the “open sesame”
To every heart and home.
We know the spring will soon appear,
When round us flies the swallow,
So kind words should be harbingers
Of gentle deeds which follow.
Upon the brow of want and care
The joys of life they fling,
And change the soul’s dark night to-day,
Its winter into spring.
Then let your deeds be gentle deeds,
Your words be words of love;
They are the brightest gems which shine
In angels’ crowns above.
Mattie Bell.