This section is from the book "Hill's Manual Of Social And Business Forms: A Guide To Correct Writing", by Thos. E. Hill. Also available from Amazon: Hill's Manual Of Social And Business Forms: The How-To-Do-Everything Book Of Victorian America.
BY CHARLES MACKAY.
TRAVELER, through a dusty road, Strewed acorns on the lea; And one took root and sprouted up, And grew into a tree. Love sought its shade at evening time, To breathe his early vows; And Age was pleased, in heats of noon, To bask beneath its boughs. The dormouse loved its dangling twigs, The birds sweet music bore;
It stood a glory in its place,
A blessing evermore.
A little spring had lost its way
Amid the grass and fern;
A passing stranger scooped a well, Where weary men might turn.
He walled it in, and hung with care
A ladle at the brink:
He thought not of the deed he did, But judged that Toil might drink. He passed again - and lo! the well,
By summers never dried,
Had cooled ten thousand parching tongues,
And saved a life beside.
A dreamer dropped a random thought;
'Twas old - and yet 'twas new; A simple fancy of the brain,
But strong in being true.
It shone . upon a genial mind,
And lo! its light became
A lamp of life, a beacon ray,
A monitory flame.
The thought was small - its issue great;
A watch-fire on the hill,
It sheds its radiance far adown, And cheers the valley still.
A nameless man, amid a crowd That thronged the daily mart, Let fall a word of hope and love,
Unstudied, from the heart.
A whisper on the tumult thrown,
A transitory breath,
It raised a brother from the dust, It saved a soul from death. O germ! O fount! O word of love! O thought at random cast!
Ye were but little at the first,
But mighty at the last!
"And Age was pleased, in heats of noon, to bask beneath its boughs."