LITTLE BY LITTLE by London Freeman

Pacific Press Publishing Company · Mountain View, California · Aug 2, 1905

FromSigns of the Times, Vol. 31, No. 31.

LITTLE BY LITTLE.

By London Freeman

STEP by step the Alpine climber Presses upward sure and slow, Till his feet are firm'y planted In the realms of endless snow.

Blow on blow the sculptor fashions Roughness into symmetry, Till the dark rock gleams with brightness In its new-born majesty.

Touch by touch the picture groweth Into beauty, life, and light, Till a wondrous revelation Bursts upon the raptured sight.

Stroke by stroke the clock aye ringeth Welcomes to eternity, Adding warning unto warning To the heart in me and thee.

Word by word the book is written, With its tale of wo or weal, Till the throbbing thoughts like music Through the trembling spirit steal.

Wave on wave the wild tide creepeth Farther on and up the shore, Till the stranded boats are floating Free and buoyant as of yore.

Such is life in all its phases, Little things make up the great; Therefore scorn them not, but make them Stepping-stones to heaven's gate. —London Freeman.