DEEDS OF KINDNESS.

Suppose the little cowslip Should hang its golden cup, And say: "I'm such a tiny flower, I'd better not grow up;" How many a weary traveler Would miss its fragrant smell! How many a little child would grieve To lose it from the dell! Suppose the glistening dew-drops Upon the grass should say: "What can a little dew-drop do? I'd better roll away;" The blade on which it rested, Before the day was done, Without a drop to moisten it, Would wither in the sun. Suppose the little breezes, Upon a summer's day, Should think themselves too small to cool The traveler on his way; Who would not miss the smallest And softest ones that blow, And think they made a great mistake If they were talking so? How many deeds of kindness A little child may do, Although it has so little strength, And little wisdom, too! It wants a loving spirit Much more than strength, to prove How many things a child may do For others by his love.