LITTLE HELPS.
LITTLE star, away up high,
Shining in a cloudy sky,
Doesn't want to stay alone
When all the other stars are gone.
Then he thinks, Oh, yes, he should,
Doing all the good he could;
So he sends a little ray
To light a traveler on his way.
The traveler lifts his grateful eye
To bless the little star on high,
And, pressing on with courage new,
Soon finds his weary journey's through.
So little folks can do some good,
If they try just as they should,
Giving smiles and words of cheer,
Spreading comfort everywhere,
B. E. E.