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Suppose the little Cowslip Should hang its golden cup And say, "I'm such a tiny flower I'd better not grow up!" How many a weary traveler Would miss its fragrant smell, How many a little child would grieve To lose it from the dell! Suppose the glistening Dew-drop Upon the grass should say, "What can a little dew-drop do? I'd better roll away!" The blade on which it rested, Before the day was done, Without a drop to moisten it, Would wither in the sun. Suppose the little Breezes, Upon a summer's day, Should think themselves too small to cool The traveler on his way; Who would not miss the smallest And softest ones that blow, And think they made a great mistake If they were acting so? How many deeds of kindness A little child can do, Altliough it has but little strength And little wisdom too! It wants a loving spirit Much more than strength, to prove How many things a child may do For others by its love. Epes Sargent |