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A Single Stitch.

One atiteti dropped as the weaver drove His nimble shuttle to and fro, In and out, beneath, above, Till the pattern seems to bud and grow, As If the fairies had helping been. And the one stitch dropped pulled the next stitch out. And a weak place grew in the fabric 9tout; And the perfect pattern was marred for aye By the one small stitch that was dropped that day.

One small life in God’s great plan, llow futile it seems as the ages roll, Do what it may, or strive hew it can, To altor the s veop of the infinite whole ! A single stitch in an endless web, A drop lu the ocean’s flow and ebb ! But (lie pattern is rent where the stitch 13 lost. Or marred where the tangled Lhreads have crossed And enc’i life that fails of the true inient Mars the perfect plan that its master meant. —Susan Cooudoe.

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New Zealand Mail, Issue 935, 31 January 1890, Page 4

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A Single Stitch. New Zealand Mail, Issue 935, 31 January 1890, Page 4

A Single Stitch. New Zealand Mail, Issue 935, 31 January 1890, Page 4