| Drop a Pebble in the Water Drop a pebble in the water: just a splash, and it is gone; But there's half-a-hundred ripples circling on and on and on, Spreading, spreading from the center, flowing on out to the sea, And there is no way of telling where the end is going to be. Drop a pebble in the water: in a minute, you forget; But there are little waves a-flowing, and there's ripples circling yet, And those little waves a-flowing to a great big wave have grown; You've disturbed a mighty river just by dropping in a stone. Drop an unkind word, or careless: in a minute, it is gone; But there are half-a-hundred ripples circling on and on and on. They keep spreading, spreading, spreading from the center as they go, And there is no way to stop them, once you've started them to flow. Drop an unkind word, or careless: in a minute, you forget; But there are little waves a-flowing and there's ripples circling yet. And perhaps in some sad heart, a mighty wave of tears you've stirred, And disturbed one who was happy, ere you dropped that unkind word. Drop a word of cheer and kindness: just a flash, and it is gone; But there are half-a-hundred ripples circling on and on and on, Bearing hope and joy and comfort on each splashing, dashing wave, Till you wouldn't believe the volume of the one kind word you gave. Drop a word of cheer and kindness: in a minute, you forget; But there's gladness still a-swelling and there's joy according yet. And you've rolled a wave of comfort whose sweet music can be heard Over miles and miles of water, just by dropping one kind word. by James W. Foley, 1874-1939 Poet Laureate of North Dakota |
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