There’s no dearth of kindness
In this world of ours;
Only in our blindness
We gather thorns for flowers;
Outward we are spurning,
Trampling one another;
While we are inly yearning
With the name of “brother!”
—Gerald Massey, excerpt from There’s No Dearth of Kindness.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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