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Show LITTLE THINGS. (Young Teople.) It was only a little thing for Nell To brighten the kitchen fire. To spread the cloth, to draw the tea, As her mother might desire A little thing; but her mother smiled, And banished all her care. And a day that was sad closed bright and glad, With a song of praise and prayer. 'Twas only a little thing to do For a sturdy lad like Ned To groom the horse, to milk the cow. And bring the wood from the shed; But his father was glad to find at night The chores were all well done, "I am 'thankful," said he, "as I can be. For the gift of such a son." Only small things, but they brighten life, Or shadow it with care; But little things, yet they mold a life For joy or sad dispair; But little things, yet life's best prize, The reward which labor brings, Comes to him who uses, and not abuses, The power of little things. |