Blazing red, dark plumes of grey,
As shot and grape found its way
Into a human wall.
- Daniel Byrne (A Mariner's Tale)
If you have a friend worth loving
Love him! Yes and let him know
That you love him, ere lifes evening
Tinge his brow with sunset's glow.
Why should good words never be said
Of a friend until he is dead?
If you hear a song that thrills you
Sung by any child of song,
Praise it! Do not let the singer
Wait deserved praises long.
Why should one who thrills your heart
Lack the joy you may impart?
If you hear a prayer that moves you
By its humbly praising tone,
Join it! Do not let the seeker
Bow before its God alone.
Why should not your brother share
The strength of two or three in prayer?
If you see the hot tears falling
From a brother's weeping eyes,
Share them! And by kindly sharing
Our own kinship in the skies.
Why should anyone be glad
When a brother's heart is sad?
If a silvery heart goes rippling
Through the sunshine on his face,
Share it! Tis the wise man's saying,
For both grief and joy a place.
There is health and goodness in the mirth
In which an honest laugh has birth.
If your work is made more easy
By a friendly helping hand,
Say so! Speak out brave and truly
Ere a darkness veil the land.
Should a brother workman dear
Falter for a word of fear?
Scatter your seeds of kindness
All enriching as you go.
Leave them! Trust the Harvest-Giver
He will make each seed to grow.
So until the happy end,
Your life will never lack a friend.
- Author unknown
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