Little Deeds of Kindness
Suppose the little cowslip
Should hang its little cup.
And say, “I'm such a tiny flower,
I'd better not grow up.”
How many a weary traveller
Would miss its fragrant smell!
How many a little child would grieve
To lose it from the dell!
Suppose the glistening dew-drops
Upon the grass should say,
''What can a little dew-drop do?
I'd better roll away.“
The blade on which it rested.
Before the day was done,
Without a drop to moisten it
Would wither in the sun.
Suppose the little breezes,
Upon a summer's day,
Should think themselves too small to cool
The traveller on his way;
Who would not miss the smallest
And softest ones that blow,
And think they made a great mistake
If they were talking so?
How many deeds of kindness
A little child may do.
Although it has so little strength,
And little wisdom too!
It needs a loving spirit,
Much more than strength, to prove,
How many things a child may do
For others by its love.
Poet: Unknown