Classic Poem

The blessings of blessings for him
That has always time to be kind,
A blessing running before,
A blessing trottin' behind;
An angel caring his house
To drive away every sorrow;
Good luck at his heels to-day,
Good luck on his path to-morrow.
A place for him up in Heav'n,
And St. Peter there at the gate
With the kindly welcome word
And himself not bid to wait:
For I'm thinking the saint will say,
“Come in here out of the wind,
It's not so often I see
A man that has time to be kind.