Poems (Trask)/Humility
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HUMILITY.
There is a little river
Down below the meadow-land,
Where the ripples beat in music
On the snowy, pebbled sand,
And the foam from tiny rapids
Glistens like a spirit hand.
Down below the meadow-land,
Where the ripples beat in music
On the snowy, pebbled sand,
And the foam from tiny rapids
Glistens like a spirit hand.
There are no wondrous cataracts
To win a nation's gaze,
No cruel, treacherous eddies,
No wild and devious ways;
But the sweet river waters fields,
And gladdens lonely braes.
To win a nation's gaze,
No cruel, treacherous eddies,
No wild and devious ways;
But the sweet river waters fields,
And gladdens lonely braes.
There frowns not on its borders
The castle of a king;
But down in shady valleys,
Where bells of cattle ring,
They say the little river
Is a kind and blessed thing.
The castle of a king;
But down in shady valleys,
Where bells of cattle ring,
They say the little river
Is a kind and blessed thing.
No hoary, stately cypresses,
Crowned with clinging mistletoe,
Lean o'er the quiet waters,
Or are mirrored in their flow;
And yet the river's power is felt
In ocean's undertow.
Crowned with clinging mistletoe,
Lean o'er the quiet waters,
Or are mirrored in their flow;
And yet the river's power is felt
In ocean's undertow.
And a single word of kindness,
Spoken to a heart that's cold,
May be priceless as the jewels
Which princes wore of old!
For a little smile of charity
Is better than fine gold.
Spoken to a heart that's cold,
May be priceless as the jewels
Which princes wore of old!
For a little smile of charity
Is better than fine gold.