Lowly Things by H. S. H.

Pacific Press Publishing Association · Mountain View, California · Aug 29, 1911

FromSigns of the Times, Vol. 38, No. 34.

Lowly Things

By H. S. H.

Give me the lowly things! The hidden flowers that grow, The violet bending under spring's light feet, The infant's prattle in the village street, The kiss of mother on the baby's brow— The old, old things, so old, and yet so sweet.

Give me the lowly things! The country's grail, The tread of kine amid the lush meadow flowers, The old clock telling out the unhurrying hours, The swish of milk into the milking-pan, A child's warm hand, the earth's breath after showers.

Give me the lowly Christ, despised and slain, The washer of the tired and dusty feet, The Burden-Bearer, and the Son of pain; Before mine eyes make His ways ever plain, The old, old ways, so old, and yet so sweet. —H. S. H.