Poems (Hoffman)/The Power of Kindness
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THE POWER OF KINDNESS
Who can weigh the power of kindness,
Who can read its hidden lore?
O'er the wrecks of human blindness
Lo, its showers of mercy pour;
Over woes and heartaches olden
Pours its flood of sunshine golden,
Over stern, unyielding justice
Fall its beams forevermore.
Who can read its hidden lore?
O'er the wrecks of human blindness
Lo, its showers of mercy pour;
Over woes and heartaches olden
Pours its flood of sunshine golden,
Over stern, unyielding justice
Fall its beams forevermore.
Who can tell the power of kindness?
Child, among the flowers at play;
Stranger, far from home and kindred,
Weary ones along the way;
Hush! a rapture sweet, unbroken,
Soul to soul hath often spoken
Words unuttered, yet how many
Dwell within it silently.
Child, among the flowers at play;
Stranger, far from home and kindred,
Weary ones along the way;
Hush! a rapture sweet, unbroken,
Soul to soul hath often spoken
Words unuttered, yet how many
Dwell within it silently.
Could we count the drops that sparkle
In the ocean's restless brine,
Could we count the stars that twinkle,
Or the glittering sands that shine;
We might count the germs now lying
Silent, dormant, yet undying;
We might count the blossoms springing
From these lives of yours and mine.
In the ocean's restless brine,
Could we count the stars that twinkle,
Or the glittering sands that shine;
We might count the germs now lying
Silent, dormant, yet undying;
We might count the blossoms springing
From these lives of yours and mine.