THREE LITTLE THINGS

Sun (Auckland), Volume III, Issue 669, 22 May 1929, Page 16

THREE LITTLE THINGS

A traveller on a dusty road Strewed acorns on the lea; And one took root and sprouted up, And grew into a tree. Love sought its shade at evening time, To breathe its early vows; And age was pleased, in heights of noon, To bask beneath its boughs. The dormouse loved its dangling twigs, The bird sweet music bore: It stood a glory in its place, A blessing evermore. A little spring had lost its way Amid the grass and fern; A passing stranger scooped a well Where weary man might turn. Ho walled it in, and hung with care A ladle on the brink; He thought not of the deed he did, But judged that toil might drink, He passed again, and 10, the well, By summer never dried, Had cooled ten thousand parched tongues And saved a life beside. A nameless man, amid a crowd That thronged the daily mart, Let fall a word of hope and love, Unstudied, from the heart; A whisper from the tumult thrown, A transitory breath, It raised a brother from the dust, It saved a soul from death. O germ! O fount! O word of love! O thought at random cast! Ye were but little at the first, But mighty at the last. —Charles Alackay.