Honest Serving Men

Rudyard Kipling

I had six honest serving men,
They taught me all I knew,
Their names were Where and What 
and When and Why and How and Who.

Rudyard Kipling
December 30, 1865 - January 18, 1936
English short-story writer, poet, and novelist




Pure and sweet, pure and sweet,
Pure and sweet and true.
Little child with the steadfast eyes,
Eyes of heaven's own blue.

Would, O God! that I were still,
Even such as you.
Pure and sweet, pure and sweet,
Pure and sweet and true.

Law & Order and Other Poems
Clarence Baily
The Dubois Press
Rochester, NY 1933


Even such is time, that takes in trust
Our youth, our joys, our all we have,
And pays us but with age and dust;
Who in the dark and silent grave,
When we have wandered all our ways,
Shuts up the story of our days.
But from this earth, this grave, this dust,
My God shall raise me up, I trust!

Sir Walter Raleigh 1554?-1618

Written the night before his death.
Found in his Bible in the Gate-house at Westminster.

The Bible

 Study it carefully, Think of it prayerfully,
Deep in thy heart let its pure precepts dwell;
Slight not its history, Ponder its mystery,
None can e'er prize it too fondly or well.

Accept the glad tidings, The warnings and chidings,
Contained in this volume of Heavenly lore;
With faith that's unfailing, Divine love all prevailing,
Trust in its promise of life evermore.

With fervent devotion, And thankful emotion,
Receive the blest welcome, respond to its call;
Life's purest oblation, The heart's adoration,
Give to the Savior who died for us all.

May this message of love, From the Tribune above,
To all nations and various kindreds be given,
Till the ransomed shall raise, Joyous anthems of praise—
Peace on the earth's plane, and joy in Heaven.

L. W. De Laurence

My Neighbor's Bible

I am my neighbor's Bible:
He reads me when we meet,
Today he reads me in my house,
Tomorrow in the street;

He may be relative or friend,
or slight acquaintance be;
He may not even know my name,
Yet he is reading me.

~ Unknown

Kind Words

 Words are things of greatest worth,
Though often lightly spoken; 
Thoughtless, fleeting words of mirth, 
May wound the heart that's broken;
Or words that pass forgotten by, 
May prompt to deeds that cannot die.

Kind words quell the angry soul,
But bitter railings never;
Love can soothe with sweet control,
And kindle love for ever.
Watch well your words, both old and young, 
For life and death hang on the tongue.

Basil Manly, Jr. 1866