As the "bread on the waters "cast—
A word that the weary cheers,
When the spring-time of life is past,
Comes back on the tide of years.
A kind word can never perish,
Charity knows not decay;
For some heart the word will cherish,
Though we drop it by the way.
What we give now we only lend,
With the cross the crown is given;
If we carry it to the end,
We may lay it down in Heaven.
