The memory of a kindly word
For long gone by,
The fragrance of a fading flower
Sent lovingly,
. . . . . .
The note that only bears a verse
From God’s own word–
Such tiny things we hardly count
As ministry,
The givers deeming they have shown
Scant sympathy;
But when the heart is overwrought,
O, who can tell
The power of such tiny things
To make it well!
Nothing is more worth while than kindness. Nothing else in life is more beautiful in itself. Nothing else does more to brighten the world and sweeten other lives. Robert Louis Stevenson said in a letter to Edmund Mosse: “It is the history of our kindnesses that alone makes the world tolerable. If it were not for that, for the effect of kind words, kind looks, kind letters, multiplying, spreading, making one happy through another, and bringing forth benefits, some thirty, some fifty, some a thousand fold, I should be tempted to think our life a practical jest in the worst possible spirit.”
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