A WORD TO SELF-SEEKERS.
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.