A Little at First, But Mighty At Last
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Title
A Little at First, But Mighty At Last
Description
A traveler through a dusty road
Strewed acorns on the lea;
And one took root and sprouted up,And grew into a tree.
Love sought its shade at evening time,To breathe its early vows,
And Age was pleased, in heats of noon,To bask beneath its boughs;
The dormouse loved its dangling twigs,The birds sweet music bore,
It stood a glory in its place,A blessing evermore.
Among the grass and fern;
A passing stranger scooped a well,Where weary men might turn.
He walled it in, and hung with careA ladle at the brink—
He thought not of the deed he did,But judged that toil might drink.
He passed again—and lo[?] the wellBy summers never dried,
Had cooled ten thousand parching tonguesAnd saved a life besides.
'Twas old, and yet 'twas new—
A simple fancy of the brain,But strong in being true.
It shone upon a genial mind,And lo! its light became
A lamp of light, a beacon ray,A monitory flame.
The thought was small—its issue great,A watch-fire on the hill,
It shed its radiance far adown,A cheers the valley still.
That thronged the daily mart,
Let fall the word of hope and love,Unstudied from the heart.
A whisper on the tumult thrown—A transitory breath—
t raised a brother from the dust,It saved a soul from death.
O, germ! O, fount! O, word of love!O, thought at random cast!
Ye were but little at the first,But mighty at the last.
Creator
C. Mackay
Source
1:9, p. 4
Date
9.17.1859
Collection
Citation
C. Mackay, “A Little at First, But Mighty At Last,” Periodical Poets, accessed September 8, 2024, https://periodicalpoets.com/items/show/574.
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