EACH IN ITS OWN WAY.

There’s never a rose in all the world But makes some green spray sweeter; There’s never a wind in all the sky But makes some bird-wing fleeter; There’s never a star but brings to heaven Some silver radiance tender; And never a rosy cloud but helps To crown the sunset splendor; No robin but may thrill some heart His dawnlight gladness voicing; God gives us all some small, sweet way To set the world rejoicing. —Selected.