If with pleasure you are viewing
Any work a man is doing,
If you like him or you love him, tell him now.
Don't withhold with approbation,
Till the parson makes oration
As he lies with snowy lilies o'er his brow.
 
For no matter how you shout it,
He won't really care about it;
He won't know how many teardrops you have shed:
If you think some praise is due him,
Now's the time to slip it to him ,
For he cannot read his tombstone when he's dead.
 
More than fame and more than money
Is the comment kind and sunny
And the hearty, warm approval of a friend.
For it gives to life a savor,
And it makes you stronger, braver,
And it gives you heart and spirit to the end.
 
If he earns your praise, bestow it,
If you like him, let him know it;
Let the words of true encouragement be said.
Don't wait 'til life is over,
And he's underneath the clover,
For he cannot read his tombstone when he's dead.