Yet too often home is the very place where we are most miserly of grateful and appreciative words.

We let gentle spirits starve close beside us for the words of affectionateness that lie warm, yet unspoken, on our tongues.

None of us know what joy and strength we could impart to others, if only we would train ourselves to give fitting, delicate, and thoughtful expression to the gratitude that is in our hearts.

We would become blessings to all about us, and would receive into our life new gladness.

Nothing is sadder than the sorrow witnessed about many a Coffin; the grief of bereavement and loss made bitter by the regret that now the too slow gratitude of the heart shall never have opportunity to utter itself in the ear which waited so long, hungry, and in vain, for the word that would have given such comfort.
"Over the coffin pitiful we stand, And place a rose within the helpless hand, That yesterday, mayhap, we would not see, When it was meekly offered.