THE RECOMPENSE OF GOODNESS.
Reading edition
WHEN our hours shall all be numbered, And the time shall come to die, When the tear that long hath slumbered Sparkles in the watcher's eye, Shall we not look back with pleasure To the hour when some lone heart, Of our soul's abundant treasure, From our bounty took a part? When the hand of death is resting On the friend we most do love, And the spirit fast is hasting To its holy home above, Then the memory of each favor We have given will to us be Like a full and holy savor, Bearing blessings rich and free. O, then, brother, let thy labor Be to do good while you live, And to every friend and neighbor Some kind word and sweet smile give. Do it, all thy soul revealing, And within your soul you'll know How one look of kindly feeling Cause the tides of love to flow.