all the troubles in the world
Were traced back to their start,
We'd find not one in ten begun
From want of willing heart,
But there's a sly woe-working elf
Who lurks about youth's brink,
And sure dismay he brings always--
The elf "I didn't think."
He seems so sorry when he's caught,
His mien is all contrite,
He so regrets the woe he's wrought
And wants to make things right.
But wishes do not heal a wound
Or weld a broken link,
The heart aches on, the link is gone--
All through "I didn't think."
I half believe that ugly sprite,
Bold, wicked, "I don't care,"
In life's long run less harm has done
Because he is so rare.
And one can be so stern with him,
Can make the monster shrink;
But, lack-a-day, what can you say
To whining "Didn't think?"
This most unpleasant imp of strife
Pursues us everywhere,
There's scarcely one whole day of life
He does not cause us care;
Small woes and great he brings the world,
Strong ships are forced to sink,
And trains from iron tracks are hurled
By stupid "Didn't think."
When brain is comrade to the heart,
And heart from soul draws grace,
"I didn't think" will quick depart
For lack of resting place.
If from that great unselfish stream
The Golden Rule, we drink,
We'll keep God's laws and have no cause
To say: "I didn't think."
[Unknown Newspaper, No Date]
Courtesy of Ardena Gumm.
Transcribed by Rich Edwards
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