In Passing BY LURANA W. SHELDON
Reading edition
A nod, a smile, perchance a word, Where road meets road on life’s broad way; The pilgrim’s heart with joy is stirred; More brightly glows the weary way. A word, a glance, a subtle thrill Of sympathy for brother woe, And from the fount of human ill The sweetest drops of pleasure flow. Though nevermore our paths may meet, Nor heart greet heart with welcoming kiss, An instant makes the sad world sweet; One passing fills the soul with bliss.
