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YOU NEVER CAN TELL

By Ella Wheeler Wilcox
 
 
You never can tell when you send a word,
    Like an arrow shot from a bow
By an archer blind, be it cruel or kind,
    Just where it may chance to go.
It may pierce the breast of your dearest friend.
    Tipped with its poison or balm,
To a stranger's heart in life's great mart,
    It may carry its pain or its calm.
 
You never can tell when you do an act
    Just what the result will be;
But with every deed you are sowing a seed,
    Though the harvest you may not see.
Each kindly act is an acorn dropped
    In God's productive soil.
You may not know, but the tree shall grow,
    With shelter for those who toil.
 
You never can tell what your thoughts will do,
    In bringing you hate or love;
For thoughts are things, and their airy wings
    Are swifter than carrier doves.
They follow the law of the universe---
    Each thing must create its kind,
And they speed o'er the track to bring you back
    Whatever went out from your mind.
 
Poems of Power by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Chicago : W. B. Conkey, 1902.
  

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