The merest seeming trifle is ordered as the morning light;
And He, that rideth on the hurricane, is pilot of the bubble on the breaker.
Once more, consider Matter, how small a thing is father to the greatest;
Thou that lightly hast regarded the results of so-called accident.
A blade of grass took fire in the sun,—and the prairies are burnt to the horizon:
A grain of sand may blind the eye, and madden the brain to murder:
A careful fly deposited its egg in the swelling bud of an acorn,—
The sapling grew,—cankrous and gnarled,—it is yonder hollow oak:
A child touched a spring, and the spring closed a valve, and the labouring engine burst,—
A thousand lives were in that ship,—wrecked by an infant's finger!