Tell Him Now
If with pleasure you are viewing any work a man is doing.
If you like him, or you love him, tell him now;
Don’t withhold your approbation till the parson makes oration
And he lies with snowy lilies o’er his brow;
For no matter how you shout it, he won’t really care about it,
He won’t know how many tear-drops you have shed.
If you think some praise is due him, now’s the time to slip it to him,
For he cannot read his tombstone when he’s dead.
More than fame and more than money is the comment kind and sunny,
And the hearty, warm approval of a friend,
For it gives to life a savor, and it makes you stronger, braver,
And it gives you heart and spirit to the end.
If he earns your praise, bestow it; if you like him, let him know it—
Let the words of true encouragement be said.
Do not wait till life is over, and he’s underneath the clover,
For he cannot read his tombstone when he’s dead.
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