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Seventh-day Adventist Publishing Association · Battle Creek, Mich. · Mar 8, 1877

Our Own.

If I had known in the morning How wearily all the day The words unkind Would trouble my mind, I said when you went away, I had been more careful, darling, Nor given you needless pain; But we vex “our own,” With look and tone, We may never take back again.

For though in the quiet evening You may give us the kiss of peace, Yet it might be That never for me The pain of the heart should cease. How many go forth in the morning That never come back at night! And hearts have broken, For harsh words spoken, That sorrow can ne’er set right.

We have careful thoughts for the stranger, And smiles for the sometime guest; But oft for “our own,” The bitter tone, Though we love “our own” the best. Ah! lips with curse impatient! Ah! brow with that look of scorn! ’Twere a cruel fate, Were the night too late To undo the work of the morn.

—Narragansett Weekly.