Small service is true service while it lasts. Of humblest friends, bright creature! scorn not one: The daisy, by the shadow that it casts, Protects the lingering dew-drops from the sun. --WORDSWORTH Look up and not down; Look forward and not back; Look out and not in; And lend a hand. --HALE Have you had a kindness shown? Pass it on. 'Twas not given for you alone, Pass it on. Let it travel down the years, Let it wipe another's tears; Till in heaven the deed appears. Pass it on. A little spring had lost its way Amid the grass and fern; A passing stranger scooped a well Where weary men might turn. He walled it in, and hung with care, A ladle on the brink; He thought not of the deed he did, But judged that Toil might drink. He passed again; and lo! the well, By summer never dried, Had cooled ten thousand parched tongues, And saved a life beside. --MACKAY Evil is wrought by want of thought As well as want of heart. --HOOD Nature has given to men one tongue, but two ears, that we may hear from others twice as much as we speak.--EPICTETUS Count that day lost whose low-descending sun Views from thy hand no worthy action done. If happiness have not her seat And centre in the breast, We may be wise or rich or great, But never can be blest. --BURNS A kindly act is a kernel sown, That will grow to a goodly tree, Shedding its fruit when time has flown, Down the gulf of eternity. If I can stop one heart from breaking, I shall not live in vain; If I can ease one life the aching, Or cool one pain, Or help one fainting robin Into his nest again, I shall not live in vain. --DICKINSON It is pleasant to think, just under the snow, That stretches so bleak and blank and cold, Are beauty and warmth that we cannot know, Green fields and leaves and blossoms of gold. Under the green hedges after the snow, There do the dear little violets grow, Hiding their modest and beautiful heads Under the hawthorn in soft, mossy beds. Sweet as the roses, and blue as the sky, Down there do the dear little violets lie; Hiding their heads where they scarce may be seen, By the leaves you may know where the violets have been. --MOULTRIE