But the record shall never perish, and the trifling deed shall live,
For heaven demands but little from those who have least to give!
“It was only a kind word spoken to a weeping little child,
But the thread of its grief was broken, and the little one sweetly smiled;
And nobody stayed to notice so tiny an act of love,
Save the angels keeping the record in the wonderful book above.
And she who had spoken kindly went on her quiet way,
Nor dreamt such a simple action should count at the last great day.
But the pitying words of comfort were heard with a song of joy,
And the listening angels blessed her from their beautiful home on high.