Think not, because thine inmost heart means well,
 Thou hast the freedom of rude speech: sweet words
 Are like the voices of returning birds
 Filling the soul with summer, or a bell
 That calls the weary and the sick to prayer.
 Even as thy thought, so let thy speech be fair.
Good Speech
written byArchibald Lampman
© Archibald Lampman


 



