Jennie's Calendar, 1917

A smile is but a little thing
    to the happy giver,
Yet full oft it leaves a calm
    On life's boisterous river.

Gentle words are never lost,
    Howe'er small their seeming
Sunny rays of love are they
    O'ver our pathway gleaming.

Florence L. Davidson.

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