Gentle Words

Abstract

A budding rose in summer timeIs beautiful to me,And glorious are the many starsThat glimmer on the sea;But gentle words and loving smiles,And hands to clasp my own,Are better than the brightest flow\u27rs Or stars that ever shone. The sunbeam warms the grass to life,The dew adorns the flow\u27r,And shineth bright to hail the light Of autumn\u27s op\u27ning hour;But words that breathe of tenderness,And smiles we know are true,Are better than the summer time, And brighter than the dew. It is not much the world can give,With all its subtle art;And gold or gems are not the things,To satisfy the heart!But, oh! if those who cluster roundThe altar and the hearth,have gentle words and loving smiles,How beautiful is earth