HEART-YEARNINGS.
I ask but for the gentle tone,
The tone to soothe and cheer;
That tone would such sweet music make,
No discord could I hear.
The tone to soothe and cheer;
That tone would such sweet music make,
No discord could I hear.
I ask but for the loving look,
The look that doth approve;
That look would nerve my soul to hear,
Recall me should I rove.
The look that doth approve;
That look would nerve my soul to hear,
Recall me should I rove.
I ask but for the kindly smile,
The smile of trust and truth;
A smile like that on Moab's plains
Naomi gave to Ruth.
The smile of trust and truth;
A smile like that on Moab's plains
Naomi gave to Ruth.
I ask but for the nameless forms
Which sympathy express,
Those sweet and tender ministries
That have such power to bless.
Which sympathy express,
Those sweet and tender ministries
That have such power to bless.
