A golden stream of sympathy is gushing;
And winding, first through intellect above,
Then through each vale of mortal mind is rushing;
Sweeping the heart of iceberg and of storm,
Purging humanity of every blindness,
Melting all spirits earthly into one,
And leaving holiness and joy—’tis Kindness.
D. K. Lee.
Meanwhile as we idly rave,
Thousands hasten to the grave;