A Pretty Sermon in Rhyme.
EARTH though a lovely place,
Teems with dark care,
Clasping each other comes
Death and despair;
Sorrows on every side
Frowning we find;
Sad hearts need sympathy—
Let us be kind. Love, like the sun, can gild
All things below;
E'en tinge with golden light
Trouble and woe.
Few in this world of change
Ever find much;
Some souls ne'er felt the warmth—
God pity such! Hopeless and heart-broken,
Living 'mid gloom,
Many are toiling on
Down to the tomb;
Others are wandering
Morally blind.
Would we do good on earth,
Let us be kind. What over wealth and fame
Soars far above?
What is more sweet on earth?
Friendship and Love!
Who are more beautiful?
Who most refined?
Those who can pass through life
Truthful and kind! God alone knows what pain
Some hearts endure:
How they need sympathy,
Tender and pure.
We oft in thoughtlessness
Grief round them wind;
Oh! when we can, to all
Let us be kind.