It's the kindly hearts of earth that make This good old world worth while. It's the lips with tender words that wake The care-erasing smile. And I ask my soul this question when My goodly gifts I see,- Am I a friend to as many men As have been good friends to me?
When my brothers speak a word of praise My wavering will to aid, I ask if ever their long, long ways My words have brighter made. And to my heart I bring again This eager, earnest plea,- Make me a friend to as many men As are good, staunch friends to me.
- Nixon Waterman.