Little Things

Little Things

Do something for each other—

Though small the help may be;

There's comfort oft in little things,

Far more than others see!

It takes the sorrow from the eye,

It leaves the world less bare,

If but a friendly hand come nigh

When friendly hands are rare!

Then cheer the heart which toils each hour,

Yet finds it hard to live;

And though but little's in our power,

That little let us give.

We know not what the humblest hand,

If earnest, may achieve;

How many a sad anxiety

A trifle may relieve—

We reck not how the aged poor

Drag on from day to day;

When e'en the little that they need

Costs more than they can pay!

Then cheer the hearts that toils each hour,

Yet finds it hard to live;

And though but little's in our power,

That little let us give.

Charles Swain

1:32, p. 1

2.25.1860