Trifles

ANNIE MARIE BLISS.

IT was only a cheery "Good morning,"
That she said as I started away;
But it echoed and rang in my busy thought
As I worked through a long, long day.

It was only a smile that she gave me,
But the smile was so sweet and true
That it gilded the edge of my cloudy thought
'Till it melted the cloud in blue.

It was only a rose with a message,
And "I love you," was all that it said;
But it lifted a doubt which had seemed to be
Leaving sweet peace, instead.

T'was only a short verse of comfort
That she culled from the storehouse of Love;
But the truth was the balm for a sense of hurt,
And it lifted my thought above.

It is often the things we call "Trifles,"
(If a smile or a flower may be such),
That are sure to help others and make us grow,
For he gaineth, who giveth much.

And the sweetness from loving and doing
When the heart from all self is freed,
Is for you, and for me, and for every one,
Who is filling a brother's need.

Let no man talk of freedom until he is sure he can govern himself.—GOETHE.

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