Poems (Hoffman)/Worth While
WORTH WHILE.
Yet after all, who knows?To make a real living, growing roseGrow stem and leaf and blossom from the soil,May be as glorious as to paint in oil Its perfectness.
To preach great sermons may not be more greatThan to live holy doctrines, to createImmortal poems, not more than to feelEnnobling songs, that wreathed in numbers real, Flow forth to bless.
Then shall I count one little act as naught?There is no little work—no idle thought;Each shall accomplish—if for good designed—Part of the plan of the Creator's mind For human happiness.