XVIII.

The work of the Sower is given to each of us in this world, and we fall

short of our duty when we let those with whom we are brought in contact

leave us without having given them a kind thought or pious impression.

Nothing is so sad as the cry, "I am useless!" Happily none need ever _be_

so.

A kind word, a gentle act, a modest demeanor, a loving smile, are as so

many seeds that we can scatter every moment of our lives, and which will

always spring up and bear fruit.

Happy are those who have many around them ... they are rich in

opportunities, and may sow plenteously.

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