SMALL IS THE TRUST 61
Thus we across the modern stage Follow the wise of every age ; And, as oaks grow and rivers run Unchanged in the unchanging sun, So the eternal march of man Goes forth on an eternal plan,
SMALL IS THE TRUST WHEN LOVE IS
SMALL is the trust when love is green
In sap of early years j A little thing steps in between
And kisses turn to tears.
Awhile—and see how love be grown
In loveliness and power ! Awhile, it loves the sweets alone,
But next it loves the sour.
A little love is none at all That wanders or that fears ;
A hearty love dwells still at call To kisses or to tears.