Poems (Stephens)/Their part

by Eliza Jane Stephens

THEIR PART.

One sang a song, a simple strain,
 With little of the grace of art,
But all its words were comforting
 And meant to soothe a troubled heart.

One told a tale of noble deeds,
 Of those who sought to right the wrong,
Inspiring courage in the weak,
 And, too, rejoicing with the strong.

One spoke a kind reclaiming word
 To those, the outcast and forlorn,
Had pity for their sinful souls,
 Instead of bitterness and scorn.

And so they acted each a part;
 Each made a record on that day;
The good they wrought may ne'er be known,
 'Till in the land that's far away.