Little Things That Count

A Ronaoy Kiss ís a ntue thing, With your hand on the door to go. But it takea tho vcnom out of the stiug Of a thouehttaHK word or a cracl flinL That 3'on made an hour ago. A kisa of greetlng is swoet and rare AfUr the toil of day, Aiid it wjiooths the furrows plowod hj cnro I The lir.? ou the forehead you onco called fair! In tha years that have flown avray. 'Tis a little thing to say, "You ure kind- I love yon, my dear, " eaoh oight, But it sonds a thriU through your heart 1 fliid. Por lovo is tender, love ia blind. Ah we climb life'a rugged hoight. We starre paoh othcr for lore's carosa; We take, but we do ïiot pivo. It fmpjus so easy souie oul to blesa, Eut we dolo the love grudiiiRly les and lem Till 'tis bitter and hard to livn.