As to You

Review and Herald Publishing Association · Takoma Park Station, Washington, D. C. · Sep 16, 1915

Did you give him a lift? He's a brother of man, And bearing about all the burden he can.

Did you give him a smile? He was downcast and blue, And the smile would have helped him to battle it through.

Did you give him your hand? He was slipping downhill, And the world, so I fancied, was using him ill.

Did you give him a word? Did you show him the road? Or did you just let him go on with his load?

Did you help him along? He's a sinner like you, But the clasp of your hand might have carried him through.

Did you bid him good cheer? Just a word and a smile Were what he most needed that last weary mile.

Did you know what he bore in that burden of cares That is every man's load and that sympathy shares?

Did you try to find out what he needed from you? Or did you just leave him to battle it through?

Do you know what it means to be losing the fight, When a lift just in time might set everything right?

Do you know what it means, just the clasp of the hand, When a man has been bearing just all he can stand?

Did you stop when he asked you to give him a lift? Or were you so busy you left him to drift?

O, I know what you meant! What you say may be true, But the test of your manhood is, What did you do?

Did you reach out a hand? Did you find him the road? Or did you just let him go by with his load?

— Selected.