The meanest floweret of the vale, The simplest note that swells the gale, The common sun, the air, the skies, To him are opening paradise.
The meanest floweret of the vale, The simplest note that swells the gale, The common sun, the air, the skies, To him are opening paradise.
The smallest effort is not lost. Each wavelet on the ocean tost aids in the ebb-tide or the flow each rain-drop makes some floweret blow each struggle lessens human woe.
© 2020 Inspirational Stories
© 2020 Inspirational Stories