Poem February 14, 1901 Issue

Just a Kind Word

BY RICHARD J. HICKS.

Only a pleasant word a stranger spoke to me,
Just one kind word along the path of life,
So brightened up the day that I forgot the night;
A ray of hope appeared 'mind toil and strife.

One word, a lifting word, had reached me where I fell,
O'erburdened with life's struggles, cares, and woe;
It spake, — the vital spark that dormant lay within;
I then took up the task, true Life to know.

Pausing oft and musing, I see the years gone by, —
The dark days, the gloomy hours, are all forgot;
A momentary glance reveals much thanks in me,
I feel, "God bless the giver of that thought."

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