What We Give

Earth is so large and I so small
It seems to matter not at all
What deeds I do our course I take,
For tears will fall and hearts will break
And yet I know the part I play
Will surely touch someone some way,
And if it is for good I live
Then surely it is good I give
And if enough of good is sown
Into the hearts where grief is known,
Perhaps the world in which we live
May profit much by what we give.

by Edna Hirons

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