Beauty In Little Things
THE greatest bird of England roams
To cull the lowliest flowers,
And prettiest mosses find warm homes
Upon the tops of towers.
The broad sunflower, though rimmed with gold,
Ne'er wins true poets' praises,
But sweetest songs that fond hearts hold
Are perfumed by the daisies.
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A MINUTE.
A MINUTE, how soon it has flown
And yet, how important it is!
God calls every moment his own,
For all our existence is his;
And though we may waste them in folly and play,
He notices each that we squander away.
'T is easy to squander our years
In idleness, folly, and strife;
But, oh! No repentance or tears
Can bring back one moment of life!
But time, if well spent, and improved as it goes,
Will render life pleasant, and peaceful its close