192 GCranimj. 
But more than hundreds to the rich 
Are pennies to the poor, 
And 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, 
And 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. 
