The dormouse loved its dangling twigs, The birds sweet music bore; It stood a glory in its place, A blessing evermore. A little spring had lost its way He thought not of the deed he did, Had cool'd ten thousand parching tongues, A dreamer dropped a random thought, 'Twas old and yet 'twas new,— A simple fancy of the brain, But strong in being true; The thought was small-its issue great: A watch-fire on the hill, It sheds its radiance far adown, And cheers the valley still. A nameless man, amid a crowd It raised a brother from the dust, It saved a soul from death. O germ! O fount! O word of Love! Ye were but little at the first, But mighty at the last! CHARLES MACKAY 211 LITTLE DEEDS Not mighty deeds make up the sum Of happiness below; But little acts of kindliness Which any child may show. A merry sound to cheer the babe, A word of ready sympathy A glass of water timely brought; A turning of the window-blind, An early flower unasked bestowed; Oh! deeds like these, though little things, Yet purest love disclose, As fragrant perfume on the air Reveals the hidden rose. ANONYMOUS 212 NOTHING IS LOST Nothing is lost: the drop of dew In summer's thunder-shower; Perchance to shine within the bow That fronts the sun at fall of day; Nothing is lost: the tiniest seed By wild birds borne or breezes blown, So with our words: or harsh or kind, So with our deeds: for good or ill, They have their pow'r scarce understood; To make them rife with good. ANONYMOUS 213 DEAR CHILDREN, WHEN THEY GO TO Dear children, when they go to bed, Then they may sleep secure and still, Through hours of darksome night, In cheerful morning light. ANONYMOUS 214 SMALL THINGS I One little grain in the sandy bars, But the bar is built of the little grains, And the little flowers make the meadows gay, And the little stars light the heavenly plains, And the little hours of each little day Give to us all that life contains. 215 SMALL THINGS II ANONYMOUS A little word in kindness spoken, A motion, or a tear, Has often healed a heart that's broken, A word, a look, has crushed to earth Which, had a smile but graced its birth, |