It's not so
much what you say,
as the manner
in which you say it;
It's not so
much the language you use,
as the tone
in which you convey it.
"Come here",
I sharply said,
And the child
cowered and wept.
"Come here",
I said he looked and smiled,
And straight
to my lap he crept.
Words may be
mild and fair,
But the tone
may pierce like a dart;
Words may be
soft as the summer air,
But the tone
may break my heart;
For words come
from the mind
Grow by study
and art,
But tone leaps
from the inner self,
Revealing the
state of heart.
Whether you
know it or not,
Whether you
mean or care,
Gentleness,
kindness, love and hate,
Envy, anger
are there.
Then, would
you quarrels avoid
and peace and
love rejoice?
Keep anger
not only out of your words,
Keep it out
of your voice.
Listen
to the child
She
sits on a rock
The
forever rock
Butterfly
kisses
Handle
with care
A
Father's love
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