Think gently of the erring:Ye know not of the powerWith which the dark temptation cameIn some unguarded hour.Ye may not know how earnestlyThey struggled, or how well,Until the hour of weakness came,And sadly thus they fell.
"The Erring" in the Orphan's Advocate (1844) and the Social Monitor (1844), as quoted in Our Woman Workers: Biographical Sketches of Women Eminent in the Universalist Church for Literary, Philanthropic and Christian Work (1881) by E. R. Hanson, p. 170.
Speak gently to the erring:For is it not enoughThat innocence and peace have gone,Without thy censure rough?Julia Abigail Fletcher Carney
Little drops of water,Little grains of sand,Make the mighty oceanAnd the pleasant land.Thus the little minutes,Humble though they be,Make the mighty agesOf eternity.Julia Abigail Fletcher Carney
Little deeds of kindness,Little words of love,Make our pleasant earth belowLike the heaven above.Julia Abigail Fletcher Carney
How near another's heart we oft may stand,Yet all unknowing what we fain would knowIts heights of joy, its depths of bitter woe,As, wrecked upon some desert island's strand,They watch our white sails near and nearer grow;Then we, who for their rescue death would dare,Unheeding pass, and leave them to despair.Julia Abigail Fletcher Carney
How oft the word which we would gladly speakMight be, unto some darkly groping soul,The key to bid doubt's massive doors unroll,The free winds' breath upon the prisoner's cheek,Or. to the hungry heart, sweet pity's dole!We hurry on, nor know that they are near,As passed Evangeline the one so dear.Julia Abigail Fletcher Carney