Kindness Returned

By Emily Page Webb

As streams flowing down from the mountains,
By windings no mortal can wist,
Appear to return to their fountains
At sunset, in rainbows of mist;

So often, some deed of affection,
In youth, more tender than wise,
Passed away from our own recollection,
Returns in some loving disguise.

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