It doesn't matter who you are, what you do, we all have something to give every day. A smile, a kind word, a helping hand, if we all just did one thing every day it would
make this world a better place. Let the verses in this poem inspire and encourage you to give every day.
Let us give something every day
For one another's weal;
A word, to make the gloomy gay,
Or the crushed spirit heal;
A look, that to the heart will speak,
Of him that's poor and old;
A tear for her, o'er whose wan cheek
Full many a stream has rolled.
The objects of our love and care,
In every path we see,
And when they ask a simple prayer,
Oh, shall we selfish be,
And turn away with haughty trust,
As if the God above
Were partial to our pampered dust,
And only us did love?
Let us give something every day,
To comfort and to cheer;
'Tis not for gold alone they pray,
Whose cries fall on the ear;
They ask for kindness in our speech,
A tenderness of heart,
That to the inmost soul will reach,
And warmth and life impart.
Each one can give - the poor, the weak,
And be an angel guest;
How small a thing, to smile, to speak,
And make the wretched blest!
These favors let us all bestow,
And scatter joys abroad,
And make the vales of sorrow glow
With the sweet smiles of God!
A little word in kindness spoken,
A motion or a tear,
Has often healed the heart that's broken,
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 thoughts you bring,
A heart may heal or break.
Let Us Do Good
Poet: Daniel C. Colesworthy
Let us do good. How sweet the thought,
We have the wretched blest,
Thrown smiles upon a clouded brow,
And sunshine in the breast!
To know we've dried a single tear,
And made one moment bright,
Or struck a feeble spark to cheer
The darkest hour of night
Will give to us more joy at last
Than Cesar's triumphs gave:
The memory of such deeds will live
In worlds beyond the grave.
Then, in the little sphere we move,
Let kindness touch the heart;
While every word shall lead to love,
And happiness impart.
Winter Is Coming
Poet: Daniel C. Colesworthy
Winter is coming, cold and drear
See ye the poor around?
Oh! when the wrathful storms career,
And snow o'erspreads the ground,
Will ye not take them by the hand,
Or to the hovel go,
And round the dying embers stand,
And wipe the tears that flow?
Winter is coming hear ye not
The mother's earnest cry?
For dark and dreary is her lot,
No real friend is nigh.
For wood and bread she asketh now:
Oh ! shall she ask in vain?
See sorrow stamped upon her brow,
And mark the orphan train.
Winter is coming every drawer
Should be unlocked to-day:
Whom do you keep that clothing for?
Why not give it away?
Come, pull it out! a cloak, a vest:
Whatever you can give,
Wrapped snugly round the orphan's breast,
Will make the dying live.
The closet search a pair of shoes
Half worn; and here's a cap,
Which you, perhaps, may never use;
A hat with scarce a nap,
A pair of pants, a rusty coat
Oh, give them to the poor:
What is not worth to you a groat
Will warmth and health secure.
What's in your attic? Have the moths
For months been busy there?
Ay, they have quite destroyed the cloths
You saved with prudent care.
Come, pull them out: perhaps we may
Find something that will make
A poor man rich if given to-day,
And bless the hearts that ache.
Winter is coming give, oh! give
Whatever you can spare:
A mite will make the wretched live,
And smooth the brow of care.
When plenty smiles around your door,
And comfort dwells within,
If you neglect the worthy poor,
'Twill be a grievous sin.
