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Kindness
A little word in
kindness spoken,
Has often healed the heart that's broke
And made a friend sincere.
A word, a look,
has crushed to earth
Full many a budding flower,
Which, had a smile but owned its birth,
Would bless life's darkest hour.
Then deem it not
an idle thing
A pleasant word to speak;
The face you wear, the thought you bring,
A heart may heal or break.
-- John
Greenleaf Whittier
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