We have no right to judge a man Should we not like his company, We know the world is wide. Some may have faults-ah, who has not? Perhaps we may, for aught we know, I'll tell you of a better plan,— And, though I sometimes hope to be Then let us all, when we commence 66 ANONYMOUS 208 A GOOD RULE If you are tempted to reveal Before you speak, three gates of gold. Three narrow gates-first, "Is it true?" And if to reach your lips at last It passes through these gateways three, Then you may tell the tale, nor fear What the result of speech may be. ANONYMOUS 209 SPEAK NO ILL Nay, speak no ill!—a kindly word By choosing thus the kinder plan; Still let us speak the best we can. Give me the heart that fain would hide- Then speak no ill-but lenient be Be not the first to make it known. No lip can tell how brief its span; CHARLES SWAIN 210 LITTLE AT FIRST, BUT GREAT AT LAST A traveller, through a dusty road, Strew'd acorns on the lea; And one took root, and sprouted up, And grew into a tree. Love sought its shade at evening time, To breathe its early vows, And Age was pleased, in heats of noons, The dormouse loved its dangling twigs, The birds sweet music bore; It stood a glory in its place, A blessing evermore. A little spring had lost its way He thought not of the deed he did, Had cool'd ten thousand parching tongues, A dreamer dropped a random thought, 'Twas old and yet 'twas new,— A simple fancy of the brain, But strong in being true; The thought was small-its issue great: A watch-fire on the hill, It sheds its radiance far adown, And cheers the valley still. A nameless man, amid a crowd It raised a brother from the dust, It saved a soul from death. O germ! O fount! O word of Love! Ye were but little at the first, But mighty at the last! Of happiness below; But little acts of kindliness Which any child may show. A merry sound to cheer the babe, And tell a friend is near; A word of ready sympathy A glass of water timely brought; A turning of the window-blind, |