Classic Poem

A Thought flashed 'cross a kindly mind,
It grew into a deed;
A deed, that stretched a helping hand,
Unto a brother's need.

That brother, strengthened by the deed,
In humble gratitude,
Passed on the blessing he received,
To do another good,

And on it went, and years passed by;
'Til, as the maxim run,
This deed, around its circuit passed,
Returned where it begun.

It found its owner sunken low,
In heart ache's bitter groan;
The thought, the deed of that far day,
Proved but a friendly loan.