POEMS.
35
THE POWER OF DOING GOOD.
Why seek we ever happiness
Where least it loves to hide,
Shunning the daisy-spangled plain,
To climb the mountain side?
Why strive to reach the stately bough
That waveth far on high,
And glance not on the velvet moss
That at our feet doth lie?
Where least it loves to hide,
Shunning the daisy-spangled plain,
To climb the mountain side?
Why strive to reach the stately bough
That waveth far on high,
And glance not on the velvet moss
That at our feet doth lie?
There is a potent charm can give
The gem we yearn to clasp;
Which brightly shines till nearly won,
Yet fades within our grasp.
Seek then that great yet simple charm,
So rarely understood;
That wakes the soul to feelings warm—
The power of doing good.
The gem we yearn to clasp;
Which brightly shines till nearly won,
Yet fades within our grasp.
Seek then that great yet simple charm,
So rarely understood;
That wakes the soul to feelings warm—
The power of doing good.
And think not that to work its spells
'Tis wealth alone can lend
The thousand means that aid our hearts
The needy to befriend.
'Tis wealth alone can lend
The thousand means that aid our hearts
The needy to befriend.
