You may choose your words like a connoisseur, And polish it up with art, But the word that sways, and stirs, and stays, Is the word that comes from the heart

You may choose your words like a connoisseur, And polish it up with art, But the word that sways, and stirs, and stays, Is the word that comes from the heart.

And I am glad my heart can say,When others trip and fall(Although I safely passed that way),"I understand it all."

Say you are well, or all is well with you,And God shall hear your words and make them true.

So many gods, so many creeds, So many paths that wind and wind, While just the art of being kind Is all the sad world needs

This is the way of it, sad earth over,The heart that breaks is the heart of the lover,And the other learns to forget.For what is the use of endless sorrow?Though the sun goes down, it will rise to-morrow;And life is not over yet.