Mine and Thine (1904)/A Little Minister

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A LITTLE MINISTER

Far up the crag, 'twixt sea and sky,
Where winds tempestuous, blowing by,
Leave giant boulders swept and bare:
Where frequent lightnings fitful flare,
And petrels sound their stormy cry,—


I found a bluebell, sweet and shy,
Lifting its head complacently,
As guarded by the tenderest care—
Far up the crag.


And often now, when fear draws nigh,
In thought I stand 'twixt sea and sky,
And as of old, in my despair,
I bless the Power that set it there—
That tiny thing with courage high,
Far up the crag!