Up the Hill

Loving words will cost but little
Journeying up the hill of life.
But they make the weak and weary,
Stronger, braver in the trife.

Do you count them only trifles,
What to earth are sun and rain?
Never was a kind word wasted,
Never one was said in vain.

When the cares of life are many
And its burdens heavy grow.
For the ones who walk beside you,
If you love them tell them so.

What you count of little value
Has an almost magic power.
And beneath their cheering sunshine,
Hearts will blossom like a flow’r.

So as up life’s hill we journey,
Let us scatter all the way.
Kindly words to be as sunshine,
In the dark and cloudy day.

Grudge no loving word, my brother,
As alone through life you go:
To the ones who journey with you,
If you love them tell them so.

Do you count them only trifles,
What to earth are sun and rain?
Never was a kind word wasted,
Never one was said in vain.