Grieve not the careworn heart;
The sands of life are nearly run,
Let them in peace depart.
4 Speak gently to the erring ones;
They must have toiled in vain;
Perchance unkindness made them so;
O, win them back again!
5 Speak gently,—’tis a little thing,
Dropped in the heart’s deep well;
The good, the joy, that it may bring,