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