LITTLE BY LITTLE.
LITTLE by little," the tempter said,
As a dark and cunning snare he spread
For the young, unwary feet;
"Little by little and, day by day,
I will tempt the careless soul away
Until the ruin is complete."
"Little by little," sure and slow,
We fashion our future of bliss or woe;
As the present passes away,
Our feet are climbing the stairway bright
Up to the regions of endless light,
Or gliding downward into the night,
"Little by little, day by day."