WONDERFUL
Isn't it wonderful, when you think, How the creeping grasses grow. High on the mountain's rocky brink, In the valleys down below? A common thing is a grass-blade small, Crushed by the feet that pass — But all the dwarfs and .giants tall, 'Working till Doomsday-shadows fall, Can't make a blade of grass.
Isn't it wonderful, when you think How a little seed asleep, , Out of the earth new life will drink, - And carefully upward creep? — A seed, we say, is a simple thing, The germ of a flower or weed, — But all Earth's workmon, laboring, With all the help that wealth oould bring, ' Never could make a seed.
Isn't it wonderful, when you- think, How the wild bird sings his song, "Weaving melodies, link by link, The whole sweet summer long ? Commonplace is a bird, alway, Everywhere seen and heard, — But all the engines of earth, I say, Working on till Judgment Day, Never could make a bird.
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New Zealand Tablet, Volume XXXVII, Issue 3, 21 January 1909, Page 117
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159WONDERFUL New Zealand Tablet, Volume XXXVII, Issue 3, 21 January 1909, Page 117
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