Poems (Hoffman)/Little Things

by Martha Lavinia Hoffman

LITTLE THINGS.

He has learned much, who folds his tired wings
From wandering o'er the earth in useless quest;
To find in the delight of little things
Fresh entertainment and contented rest.

To see defects may take no keener sight,
To point out thorns and flaws at every turn,
Than to discover beauties exquisite,
And hidden worth and sweetness to discern.

Let not one simple pleasure be despised,
Be each a jewel in Life's circlet placed;
Not one delight of friendship pass unprized,
Nor song, nor beauty, nor sweet fragrance waste.

He has gained much, whose heart has said adieu
To cynic thoughts and skeptic questionings,
Amid the peace of Nature's life to woo,
An innocent delight in little things.