MY NEIGHBOR by Margaret E. Sangster

Pacific Press Publishing Company · Oakland, California · Nov 14, 1895

FromSigns of the Times, Vol. 21, No. 45.

MY NEIGHBOR.

By Margaret E. Sangster

My neighbor met me on the street; She dropped a word of greeting gay, Her look so bright, her tone so sweet, I stepped to music all that day.

The cares that tugged at heart and brain, The work too heavy for my hand, The ceaseless underbeat of pain, The tasks I could not understand,

Grew lighter as I walked along, With air and step of liberty, Freed by the sudden lift of song That filled the world with cheer for me.

Yet was this all! A woman wise, Her life enriched by many a year, Had faced me with her grave, true eyes, Passed on, and said, “Good-morning, dear!” —Margaret E. Sangster.