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THE MAN WHO FEELS

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Pacific Press Publishing Company · Oakland, California · Jan 13, 1904

FromSigns of the Times, Vol. 30, No. 2.

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THE MAN WHO FEELS.

By Alfred J. Waterhouse

[Alfred J. Waterhouse, in the October Success.]
THE man who feels is a happier wight Than the man who is callous and cold, For if he weeps in the gloom of night, He laughs in the sunbeams’ gold; And if the tide of his life runs low, It reaches the summits of cheer; He knows the heights, as the depths below, And he smiles through a pitying tear. And after all, when all is done, The world has most of the gladdening sun, For the twilight lingers when day is done, And the sun’s benediction is dear.
The man who feels is happier far,— I say it again and again,— Than ever can be, or ever are, The pitiless sons of men; For if he sighs for his own great woes, He sighs for another’s too; If the plant of pain in his bosom grows, It is covered by sympathy’s dew. And after it all, when all is said, Still pity and love forever are wed; That the heart unfeeling is chill and dead Is true, and forever is true.
The man who feels is a dear God’s gift To a sorrowful, travailing world; By the hands that the burdens of life uplift Is the flag of our peace unfurled. We need not the souls that are callous as fate, And selfish, and wedded to greed, But the pitying tear for our fallen estate We need—and we ever shall need. And after all, when all is past, ’Tis the deed of love that alone may last, And the rest is chaff in the winnowing blast; In the garden of life, a weed.