The Heart Knoweth
We have a great deal more kindness than is ever spoken. Maugre all the selfishness that chills like the east winds the world, the whole human family is bathed with an element of love like a fine ether. How many persons we meet in houses, whom we scarcely speak to, whom yet we honor, and who honor us! How many we see in the street, or sit with in church, whom, though silently, we warmly rejoice to be with! Read the language of the wandering eye-beams. The heart knoweth.