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Let no one find me proud
Or harsh or cold
Too silent, or too loud;
Afraid or over bold.

Lord let me live today
A friend to all
Who chance along my way
Tho' great or small
And when at last the sun,
Now rising high, shall set,
Let there, in all I've done,
Be no regret.
Edgar A Guest

Kind Acts not Lost

The look of sympathy the gentle word
Spoken so low that only Angels heard
The secret act of pure self sacrifice
Unseen by men, but marked with angels eyes
These are not lost.