By courtesy of Ladies’ World, New York City.
It was only a gleam of sunshine
After a day of gloom,
Yet it brought it’s warmth and blessing
To a dreary, darkened room.
It was only a strain of music
Wafted upon the air,
Yet a heart caught up it’s meaning,
Till Peace was a sovereign there.
It was only a smile of welcome
And a loving clasp of the hand,
Yet it made the world an Eden
To one who could understand.
It was only a word, low spoken,
To a spirit burden cast,
Yet the angels sang: “Good tidings,”
For it saved a soul at last.