Deeds Of Kindness.
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 loose it from the dell!
Suppose the glistening dewdrop
Upon the grass should say,
"What can a little dewdrop 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 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 talking so?
How many deeds of kindness
A little child may do,
Although it has so 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.
J. V. Y. Evangelist.