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<h2><SPAN name="poem63"></SPAN>YOU NEVER CAN TELL</h2>
<p class="poetry">You never can tell when you send a word,<br/>
Like an arrow shot from a bow<br/>
By an archer blind, be it cruel or kind,<br/>
Just where it may chance to go!<br/>
It may pierce the breast of your dearest friend,<br/>
Tipped with its poison or balm;<br/>
To a stranger’s heart in life’s great mart,<br/>
It may carry its pain or its calm.</p>
<p class="poetry">You never can tell when you do an act<br/>
Just what the result will be;<br/>
But with every deed you are sowing a seed,<br/>
Though the harvest you may not see.<br/>
Each kindly act is an acorn dropped<br/>
In God’s productive soil.<br/>
You may not know, but the tree shall grow,<br/>
With shelter for those who toil.</p>
<p class="poetry">You never can tell what your thoughts will do,<br/>
In bringing you hate or love;<br/>
For thoughts are things, and their airy wings<br/>
Are swifter than carrier doves.<br/>
They follow the law of the universe—<br/>
Each thing must create its kind;<br/>
And they speed o’er the track to bring you back<br/>
<i>Whatever went out from your mind</i>.</p>
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