Julia Abigail Fletcher Carney

Think gently of the erring: And sadly thus they fell.

— Julia Abigail Fletcher Carney

Speak gently to the erring: Without thy censure rough?

— Julia Abigail Fletcher Carney

Speak kindly to the erring; As God hath dealt with thee.

— Julia Abigail Fletcher Carney

Little drops of water, Of eternity.

— Julia Abigail Fletcher Carney

Little deeds of kindness, Like the heaven above.

— Julia Abigail Fletcher Carney

How near another's heart we oft may stand, Unheeding pass, and leave them to despair.

— Julia Abigail Fletcher Carney

How oft the word which we would gladly speak As passed Evangeline the one so dear.

— Julia Abigail Fletcher Carney