Little deeds of kindness

1 Suppose the little cowslip
Should hang its golden cup,
And say, "I’m such a tiny flower,
I’d better not grow up!"
How many a weary traveler
Would miss the fragrant smell,
How many a little child would grieve
To lose it from the dell.
How many a little child would grieve
To lose it, to lose it,
To lose it from the dell.

2 Suppose the glistening dew drop
Upon the grass, should say,
"What can a little dew drop do?
I’d better roll away!"
The blade on which it rested,
Before the day was done,
Without a drop to moisten it,
Would wither in the sun.
Without a drop to moisten it,
Would wither, would wither,
Would wither in the sun.

3 Suppose the little breezes,
Upon a summer’s day,
Should think themselves too small to cool
The traveler on his way;
Who would not miss the smallest
And softest ones that blow,
And think they made a great mistake
In talking ever so,
And think they made a great mistake
In talking, in talking,
In talking ever so.

4 How many deeds of kindness
A little child may do,
Although it has so little strength,
And little wisdom, too.
It wants a loving spirit,
Much more than strength, to prove
How many things a child may do,
For others by his love.
How many things a child may do,
For others, for others,
For others by his love.

Source: The Cyber Hymnal #11246

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