Human Sympathy.Is much annoyed to find that weeds Have grown in place of golden grain, And so it is with all. No pain Is worse than for a soul to find No sympathy from human kind___ To feel that all it does is lost, What e'er its pains, what e'er the cost___ That briars of cruelty have grown Instead of seeds of kindness sown___ That weeds of selfishness displace The grain of God's forgiving grace___ And thorns of base ingratitude, The Savior's sweet similitude. The soul in sad humility Still longs for love and sympathy. __Colfax Burgoyne Harman |
Poems Of Sentiment
Colfax Burgoyne Harman
(Valley Falls, Kansas: Harman Publishing. 1905)
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