Little Things

.uood-bye kiss is a Httle thing, Witli the haud on the door to go, I But it talcos the venom out oí the Hting; Of a thoughtless word ov a cruel Illng That you snade au hour ago. . kisa of ÉTrcetinff is sweet and rare, Af ter the toil of the day, ïut it smooths the furrows out of the care, .nd Jipes on tJie forohead you once called ïiiir. In the years that have flown away. Ms a little tliing to say, "You are kind, xi I love you, sny deaa1," each night; But it sends a tln-ill through the heart, I find. Tor love Is tender, as love is blind. As we climb life's rugiged licight. Wc etarve eacli other Jov love's caress, We take, but we do not g'ive; t seems eo easy some souls to blcss, But we lole love grudg-ingly, Icss and Till "ti.s bitter and hard to live.