UNKIND WORDS.
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If we could know the sorrow That unkind words aye give; We never would them utter; For unkind words will live Long after we’ve forgotten That we the words once spake, And that a harsh word spoken Some weary heart may break. When once a word has started Upon its journey long; It travels on forever. And mingles with the throng Of other words of censure; More bitter grows each day, And though perhaps forgiven It sometime love will slay.