SMALL AND GREAT.


 


 


FROM a tiny acorn


AY, a forest-giant grows;


From a little streamlet


A mighty river flows.


Many fleeting seconds


Go to make the day;


Days glide into years, and


Ages pass away.


Many tiny blossoms


Sprinkled o'er the lea,


Make it one vast garden,


Beautiful to see.


Many little songsters,


Warbling 'mid the trees,


Send a choral concert


Floating on the breeze.


Many grains of knowledge,


Added day by day,


Lay a store of wisdom


In your brains away.


Every time you conquer


Passion in the strife,


You are one day nearer


To a noble life.


Who will stand the highest


In the Judgment day?—


He whose valor conquered


In the bloody fray.


'Round who brow is circled


Garlands fair of fame?—


Nay! But he of whom the world


Knows not of the name;


Who when passions battled,


Conquered in that fight—


He it is whose name will show


The highest and most bright.


 


 


 


Kate Clyde.