You Never Can Tell

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.