All things both great and small;
For the dear God who loveth us,
He made and loveth all.”
—Coleridge.
EACH AND ALL.
Little thinks, in the field, yon red-cloaked clown,
Of thee from the hilltop looking down;
The heifer that lows in the upland farm,
Far heard, lows not thine ear to charm,
The sexton, tolling his bell at noon,