Poems (Angier)/Little Nothings
LITTLE NOTHINGS.
Little nothings,—do them, do them, From the heart, and with a will;What though only God may view them? Do them, do them, do them still.
Little nothings,—do them, do them, Every hour, and all the day;Thou wilt ne'er regret or rue them, Strewing flowers in others' way.
Little nothings,—do them, do them, Though some sacrifice they cost;Life itself, the good Book tells us, Found is, only when 'tis lost.
Little nothings,—and what are they? Smile for smile, and tear for tear;Kindly word and timely succor, Help to all, or far or near.
Widow's mite, and cup of water, Who than these could offer less?Yet the glorious, great All-Good One, Gift and giver deigns to bless.
Little nothings,—seeming trifles Of our lives, make up the sum;In the soul they make sweet music, Speaking when the lips are dumb.
Little nothings,—do them, do them, From the heart, and with a will;What though only God may view them? Do them, do them, do them still.