Poem December 11, 1909 Issue

A little thought and a little care...

Josephine Pollard

A little thought and a little care,
A little tenderness now and then,
A gracious speech and a courtly air
May give one rank among gentlemen;
But he who merits the highest place,
Though clad in homespun he be, 'tis true,
Is one who carries a heart of grace,
And is really a nobleman through and through.

The tree is stunted, the vine is spoiled,
There's neither blossom, nor leaf, nor fruit,
When the sap in its upward reach is foiled,
And fettered close in the tangled root.
And there's nothing sound, and there's nothing strong,
There's nothing good, and there's nothing true,
That is not honestly—right along—
Sweet and savory through and through.

Josephine Pollard.

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