4499667Poems — Their partEliza 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.