  Close not thy door To the blessing of God, Just e’er be humble And spare the rod. And when you see a friend Downhearted and cold Longing for the warmth Of a spirited soul, Just open the heart. Though it may seem odd, But to you will come the blessings Of our own God. No link or links tighter ties Than those that are blending to the human lives, Quote this to memory to have and to hold, And liven up the spirit when you’re grown old, And when on earth you’re done Then you can rest beneath the sod, For your door was always open To the blessings of God. |
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