Gerald Massey

All the rarest hues of human life take radiance and are rainbowed out in tears.

When man to man shall be friend and brother.

Not by appointment do we meet delight Or joy; they heed not our expectancy; But round some corner of the streets of life they of a sudden greet us with a smile.

There's no dearth of kindness In the world of ours; Only in our blindness We gather thorns for flowers.

This world is full of beauty, as other worlds above, and if we did our duty, it might be as full of love.