Poems (Hoffman)/Little Things of Earth
THE LITTLE THINGS OF EARTH
My heart grows often sad when I review
At the going down of the sun,
The greatness of all I have planned to do,
And the little that I have done.
At the going down of the sun,
The greatness of all I have planned to do,
And the little that I have done.
The hours go on and the days go on,
Though no idle hours condemn,
'Till the years, the beautiful years, are gone,
With so little to show for them.
Though no idle hours condemn,
'Till the years, the beautiful years, are gone,
With so little to show for them.
Day after day hath its common round,
And the moments have swiftest wings;
Oh, what heights of ambition are lost and drowned
In the oceans of little things!
And the moments have swiftest wings;
Oh, what heights of ambition are lost and drowned
In the oceans of little things!
The little drops, then the large waves,
And at last the mighty flood;
They make for the mountains, deep silent graves,
In the depth's dark solitude.
And at last the mighty flood;
They make for the mountains, deep silent graves,
In the depth's dark solitude.
There's a little bird of Trust that sings
That God will make all things right,
And perhaps after all the little things
Are the greatest in His sight.
That God will make all things right,
And perhaps after all the little things
Are the greatest in His sight.