The Blessing

I went upon the highway yesteryear,And there met one whose very heart was soreWith weariness. And I would fain have weptA little, too, for that which seemed so real.But tears could never help such grief, and soWe talked about the sparrows, and of howThe Father cares for them; and listening,We heard the woodland echoing with song.We watched the blooming flowers of the field,And felt their gentle fragrance on the breeze.A quietness then fell—as though a dreamHad been, where no dream was. The world had changedFrom bitterness to joy. The tender powerOf Love had laid a blessing on my friend.

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