NATURE’S PLAN.

I am a part of Nature’s plan, A part of her great work; And incomplete would be all life Should I my duty shirk. I am a thread in Nature’s web, If stitch is dropped by me, The fabric most imperfect is, Will not accepted be. I am a stone the builder needs, No other stone will do; Nor structure ever finished be For naught will do in lieu. For I was fitted for the place, Was taken from the earth, And cut to fill this vacancy, E’en at my very birth. There is a leaf in Nature’s book That is reserved for me, And I must write my name thereon, No blank in book must be. I am a drop in Life’s great sea. A drop seems very small; But drops of water, grains of sand Are worthy of God’s call. I am a little candle light That throws its beams—not far, Yet lighting up the space around E’en as a little star. I may be but a common weed, But weeds, in time, are flowers, And are a part of Nature’s plan To beautify God’s bowers.