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International Tract and Missionary Society · Oakland, Cal. · Jan 28, 1886

The Home Circle.

NOTHING IS LOST.

NOTHING is lost; the drop of dew Which trembles on the leaf or flower Is but exhaled to fall anew In summer's thunder shower; Perchance to shine within the bow That fronts the sun at fall of day, Perchance to sparkle in the flow Of fountains far away.

Nothing is lost; the tiniest seed, By wild birds borne or breezes blown, Finds something suited to its need Wherein 'tis sown and grown. The language of some household song, The perfume of some cherished flower, Though gone from outward sense, belong To memory's after hour.

So with our words; or harsh or kind, Uttered, they're all forgot; They have their influence on the mind, Pass on, but perish not. So with our deeds; for good or ill, They have their power scarce understood; Then let us use our better will To make them rife with good! —Sel.