The Power of Speech by Worthe Harris Holden

Review and Herald Publishing Association · Washington, D. C. · Dec 15, 1910

The Power of Speech

By Worthe Harris Holden

WORTHE HARRIS HOLDEN

LIKE tiny feathers, blown now here, now there, And then at last upon the earth descending, So are the little words the lips may bear, The wind of scorn or zephyr love attending.

Nay, more; they are the white-fleeced thistledown, If bearing seed the cruel curse to spread; Or else the winged seed by maple sown, That shade may shelter many a sun-scorched head.

Though 'tis so tiny,—this wee word of thine,— Withhold it not; for 'tis a talent given; And, winged by prayer, 'twill lend a solace here, And God will garner what it yields, in heaven.

Then scatter words of cheer, of hope, of love,— The little seeds that every one may sow,— And heaven's zephyr, blowing from above, A hundredfold of blessing will bestow.

Portland, Ore.