Live for something; be not idle-
Look about thee for employ;
Sit not down to useless dreaming-
Labour is the sweetest joy.
Folded hands are ever weary,
Selfish hearts are never gay,
Life for thee has many duties-
Live for something, while you may.
Scatter blesseings in thy pathway!
Gentile words and cheering smiles
Better are then Gold and Silver,
With their grief-dispelling wiles.
As the pleasent sunshine falleth
Ever on the grateful earth,
So let sympathy and kindness
Gladden well the darkened hearth.
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