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But more than hundreds to the rich 
Are pennies to the poor, 
An d thankfully they seek and sell 
The Cranberries on the moor. 
Louisa A. Twamley. 
The heart of kindness seldom sours or curdles; 
The cream of love is in it pure and sweet: 
With every charm that human nature girdles, 
An d every grace of gentleness replete, 
The man who has a kindly heart is most 
In pattern like his Lord ; for where the law 
Of kindness rules the heart, the virtues draw 
Together in companionship, and post 
Themselves around that citadel of love. 
The kindly man doth always kindly prove: 
He has a word of sweetness for the child— 
Of pity for the poor—of sympathy 
For all who mourn; and truly glad is he 
When through his generous care some sorrowing face 
has smiled. 
There’s music ever in the kindly soul. 
For every deed of goodness done is like 
A chord set in the heart, and joy doth strike 
Upon it oft as memory doth unroll 
The immortal page whereon good deeds are writ; 
And Heaven gives nothing sweeter to the mind 
Than memories of the acts that bless our human kind. 
MacKellar. 
