Guiltless Heart

The man of life upright, whose guiltless heart is free

From all dishonest deeds and thoughts of vanity:

The man whose silent days in harmless joys are spent,

Whom hopes cannot delude, nor fortune discontent;

That man needs neither towers nor armor for defense,

Nor secret vaults to fly from thunder's violence:

He only can behold with unaffrighted eyes

The horrors of the deep and terrors of the skies;

Thus scorning all the care that fate or fortune brings,

He makes the heaven his book, his wisdom heavenly things;

Good thoughts his only friends, his wealth a well-spent age,

The earth his sober inn and quiet pilgrimage.

By Sir Francis Bacon

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's 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's 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's 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 a life was happy

Ere you dropped that unkind word.

Drop a word of cheer and kindness:

Just a flash and it is gone;

But there's 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 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.


By James William Foley