The Home Circle | AdventAI

International Tract and Missionary Society · Oakland, California · Apr 17, 1884

FromSigns of the Times, Vol. 10, No. 16.

The Home Circle.

HELPFUL LITTLES.

I'm only a little stray sunbeam, I can't do much, you know, To brighten the world as I pass along, But I'll do what I can as I go. Perhaps some little corner Would be darker without my light; If that be true, it's my duty to try To make that corner bright.

Such a wee, wee little birdie, And my voice is not very strong; No doubt, in a crowd of singers You would scarcely hear my song; For it's only a feeble effort When I do my very best; But if I can't sing to the wide world I can sing for my home nest.

Just a little drop of water, What good can one drop do? But the blade of grass it fell on Was refreshed, and greener grew. Then little drops, you know, make up The rivers and ocean wide. Though only a drop, I, too, must help To swell this wondrous tide.

Such a tiny wayside flower, 'Most hidden among the grass, Men go on hurriedly by me, Nor notice me as they pass. But then, if this spot is gladder For my growing here, I know It is just what God designed for me, And so I'll continue to grow.

Just a little boy or girl Doing the best they can. She grows up to thoughtful womanhood, And he to an earnest man. But all along life's journey Heart and hand find work to do, For the "fields are white to harvest, And the laborers are few." —Sel.