Maxioms by Gerald Massey
There's no dearth of kindness
In the world of ours;
Only in our blindness
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There's no dearth of kindness
In the world of ours;
Only in our blindness
We gather thorns for flowers.
Not by appointment do we meet delight
Or joy; they heed not our expectancy;
But round some read more
Not by appointment do we meet delight
Or joy; they heed not our expectancy;
But round some corner of the streets of life
They of a sudden greet us with a smile.
When man to man shall be friend and brother.
When man to man shall be friend and brother.
