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Seventh-day Adventist Publishing Association · Battle Creek, Mich. · Nov 20, 1900

Habit

HABIT at first is but a silken thread, Fine as the light-winged gossamers that sway In the warm sunbeams of a summer's day; A shallow streamlet rippling o'er its bed; A tiny sapling, ere its roots are spread; A yet unhardened thorn upon the spray; A lion's whelp that hath not scented prey; A little smiling child, obedient, led. Beware! that thread may bind thee as a chain; That streamlet gather to a fatal sea; That sapling spread into a gnarled tree; That thorn, grown hard, may wound and give thee pain; That playful whelp his murderous fangs reveal; That child, a giant, crush thee 'neath his heel.”