Sometime we're going to do a kindly deed,

Or speak a word to some lonely heart,

Sometime we're going to plant the living seed

In soil where it will thrive and do its part.

Sometime we'll stop to help a wearied soul

That staggers underneath a heavy load;

Sometime, we'll pause, while rushing towards the goal,

To aid a brother on the rocky road.

Sometime we're going to stop the ceaseless grind -

This everlasting fevered life we lead,

And be more loving, tender, true and kind;

More thoughtful and more ready to forgive.

Sometime we'll only see the good in men,

Be blind to all the worthless and the bad,

And recollect our own defects, and then

Just strive to make the whole world bright and glad.