Poetry of Kansas
 

The Little Things.

It was only a little song, tender and sweet,
   But it soothed a stricken heart,
And from stony paths drew the weary feet
   Within a flowery park.

It was only a little word, cruel and cold,
   From lips we love,
But it wounded an immortal soul:
   The wound was felt above.

'Twas only a ripple of laughter, happy and bright,
 Far better than sighing:
It cheered a watcher in the lonely night,
 And soothed the dying.

'Twas only a little dewdrop, in silence it fell
   And saved a dying flower:
In its fragrance and its beauty who can tell
 The magic of its power?

'Twas only a faltering prayer from a broken heart,

But it reached God's throne,
 With the quivering sigh that touched each golden harp
 With melody unknown.

__Hattie L. Knapp.

Poets and Poetry of Kansas
Edited by Thomas W. Herringshaw
(Chicago: American Publishers' Association. 1894)
Page 115

 
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