If with pleasure
you are viewing any
work a man is doing,
If you like
him or you love him, tell
him now;
Don't withhold
your approbation till
the parson makes oration
And he lies
with snowy lilies on his
brow;
No matter
how you shout it he won't
really care about it;
He won't
know how many teardrops
you have shed;
If you think
some praise is due him
now's the time to slip
it to him,
For he cannot
read his tombstone when
he's dead.
More
than fame and
more than money
is the comment
kind and sunny
And
the hearty warm approval
of a friend.
For
it gives to life
a savor, and it makes
you stronger, braver,
And
it gives you heart
and spirit to the
end;
If
he earns your praise-bestow
it; if you like him
let him know it;
Let
the words of true
encouragement be
said;
Do
not wait till life
is over and he's
underneath the clover;
For
he cannot read his
tombstone when he's
dead. |
