Build them on the conquered sod
Where thy weakness first fell bleeding,
And thy first prayer rose to God.
—Caroline Atherton Mason.
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SMALL BEGINNINGS
A traveler through a dusty road strewed acorns on the lea;
And one took root and sprouted up, and grew into a tree.
Love sought its shade, at evening time, to breathe its early vows;
And age was pleased, in heat of noon, to bask beneath its boughs;