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.
We call them weeds; did we their form but study, We many a secret might unfolded find;
Each tiny plant fulfills its heaven-taught mission, And bears the impress of Immortal Mind.
We call them weeds; the while their uses hidden Might work a nation's weal, a nation's woe;
Send thro' each wasted frame the balm of healing, And cause the blood with youth's quick pulse to flow.
Their slender threads bind firm the sandy shore; Navies may sink amid its wild commotion,
These humble toilers ne'er their work give o'er.
And who shall say the feeblest thought avails not To bind the shifting sands upon life's beach?
"I SHALL KNOW THE LOVED WHO HAVE GONE BEFORE."