Scatter blessings in thy pathway!
Gentle words and cheering smiles
Better are than gold and silver,
With their grief-dispelling wiles.
As the pleasant sunshine falleth
Ever on the grateful earth,
So let sympathy and kindness
Gladden well the darkened hearth.
Hearts there are oppressed and weary,—
Drop the tear of sympathy;
Whisper words of hope and comfort;
Give, and thy reward shall be
Joy unto thy soul returning,
From this perfect fountain-head;
Freely, as thou freely givest,
Shall the grateful light be shed.
THE BEAUTIFUL.
The beautiful! the beautiful!
Where do we find it not?
It is an all-pervading grace,
And lighteth every spot.
It sparkles on the ocean wave,
It glitters in the dew;
We see it in the glorious sky.
And in the floweret’s hue.
On mountain-top, in valley deep,
We find its presence there;
The beautiful! the beautiful!
It liveth every where.
The glories of the noontide day,
The still and solemn night;
The changing seasons,—all can bring
Their tribute of delight.
There’s beauty in the child’s first smile;
And in that look of faith,
The Christian’s last on earth, before
His eyes are closed in death.
And in the beings that we love,
Who have our tenderest care,
The beautiful! the beautiful!
How sweet to trace it there!
’Twas in the glance that God threw o’er
The young created earth;
When He proclaimed it very good,
The beautiful had birth.