DROPS OF HONEY.
Drops of honey—let them fall
From the lip and from the pen;
Scatter them at sorrow's call,
Stay not, asking where or when?
Let them fall, these drops of honey,
The poor need them, who've no money.
From the lip and from the pen;
Scatter them at sorrow's call,
Stay not, asking where or when?
Let them fall, these drops of honey,
The poor need them, who've no money.
Drops of honey—human bees
Cluster round us, daily craving
Just one drop, a sweet heart's-ease,
For him who life's storm is braving.
Then let fall these drops of honey,
They may prize them who have money.
Cluster round us, daily craving
Just one drop, a sweet heart's-ease,
For him who life's storm is braving.
Then let fall these drops of honey,
They may prize them who have money.
Drops of honey—kindly words,
Haste to breathe them every hour;
Sweeter than the song of birds,
Rich and poor both feel their power.
And all can give these drops of honey,
Which some hearts value more than money.
Haste to breathe them every hour;
Sweeter than the song of birds,
Rich and poor both feel their power.
And all can give these drops of honey,
Which some hearts value more than money.
