A WORD TO SELF-SEEKERS.
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I would not lead the selfish life That never seeks to throw A pleasant ray of happiness On other people's woe. I scorn the folks who will not strive To lessen want and care; Nor lend a helping hand to those Who have so much to bear. Is there not misery enough On this terrestrial ball To spring some sympathetic chord Within the hearts of all? Oh, ye who only seek your own— Who hold yourselves so dear That ye can never give the sad One simple word of cheer— Believe me, if ye wish to spend A life of happy ease, Seek not your own, but how ye may Your weary brothers please. And He who marks each gentle deed Of loving sympathy, May whisper His approving word— "Ye did it unto Me." Carrie Light. Brighton.