So many gods, so many creeds,
So many paths that wind and wind,
While just the art of being kind
Is all the sad world needs.
So many paths that wind and wind,
While just the art of being kind
Is all the sad world needs.
I am the voice of the voiceless;
Through me the dumb shall speak,
Till the deaf world's ear be made to hear
The wrongs of the wordless weak.
Through me the dumb shall speak,
Till the deaf world's ear be made to hear
The wrongs of the wordless weak.
- Ella Wheeler Wilcox, poet (1850-1919)
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