Poem May 14, 1932 Issue

Little Things

CLARA REYNOLDS SMITH

The little things, just little things,
Oh, may they be my task!
If not for me the bigger things,
For little things, I ask.

The tender smile, the gentle word,
Are little, little things;
But they may help some weary one
To rise on stronger wings.

Oh, may the loving little things
I do along life's way,
Help lift the gloom, help hearts to sing—
Turn darkness into day!

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