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 centre, flowing on out to the sea.
And there is no way of telling where the end is going to be.
Drop a word of cheer and kindness: in a minute you forget;
But there’s gladness still a-swelling and there’s joy a-circling 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.
JAMES W. FOLEY
