A
leaf dropped in a flowing stream
Then floated out upon the sea;
A
drowning bug crawled on the leaf
And drifted with it aimlessly.
The
leaf was driven wild seas o’er,
And
finally was blown ashore;
And so at last the bug was free.
A
verse fell from a poet’s pen,
A thought of faith and hope and cheer;
It
found its way from press to press,
And told its message sweet and clear.
One
heart bowed down with grief and care
Was
lifted from its deep despair,
And sang its praises far and near.
Jan.
18, ‘09
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