Show the stings in little things we call him strong who stands ed a cal cagni m as some tempest beaten rock when some great trouble hurls its shock we say of 0 him his strength Is proved but when the spent storm folds its wings how bears he then life s I 1 atle things and I 1 can tread beneath my feet the hills of passions heaving hea ing sea when wind tossed baves ales roll stormily tt yet scarce resist the siren sweet that at my heart s door softly s forget forget life s little things I X can forgive w orth morth my while the treacherous blow the cruel thrust can bless my foe as christians must when patience smiles her royal smile yet fierce resentment quickly slings its shots of ire at little things but what is this drops make the sea and petty cares and small events small causes and small consequents make up the sum tor for yon you and me then 0 tor for strength to meet the stings that arm the points of little things |