Text: | Humble Service |
1 Scorn not the slightest word or deed,
Nor deem it void of power;
There's fruit in each wind-wafted seed,
That waits its natal hour.
2 A whispered word may touch the heart,
And call it back to life;
A look of love bid sin depart,
And still unholy strife.
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First Line: | Scorn not the slightest word or deed |
Title: | Humble Service |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1895 |
Notes: | Now Public Domain. |