A Grain of Truth.
The luxury derived in doing good
Is oft the only recompense men get
For kindly deeds; e’en toil of years is paid
Too oft with ingrate acts, and motives pure
As angel thoughts are powerless to stay
Suspicion’s tongue; but, oh, ’tis sweet to know
Our duty has been done ’twixt man and man,
To feel we have been loyal to ourselves;
To know one voice at least proclaims us true,
The whispered voice of God, within our hearts!