"Charity suffereth long, and is kind"

EUNICE M. BRONSON

I would be kind
To all who cross my path;
To all who cross my thought,
I would be kind.

To all who come,
Though they seem crude,
And sad and soiled
With grime or sin,
I would be kind,
As Love is kind.

Though ugly, creeping, sinister,
Things seem to me,
I would be kind in thought and act,
For Love is kind.

I must remember only self
Can take offense.
And self is false,
A craven thing,
That oft would make me seem
To be apart from God!

I must be kind;
For I am God's,
And God is Love—
And Love is always kind.

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