David Lemmons, on his LemmonsAid site, picks up a poem from an old issue of the Gospel Advocate and reflects on its meaning. The first stanza, below, speaks of forgetting; the second, of remembering.
Forget each kindness that you do
As soon as you have done it;
Forget the praise that falls on you
The moment you have won it;
Forget the slander that you hear
Before you can repeat it;
Forget each slight, each spite, each sneer
Wherever you may meet it.
Among other comments, David wrote,
I love to see brethren telling about the GOOD things that have happened to others when the one doing the telling is obviously filled with joy that this good thing has happened.
As a poetry lover, I enjoyed this. I think you will, too.