• Wynken, Blyken, and Nod -- Eugene Field
• Into my heart an air that kills . . . A E Housman
• Because I could not stop for death . . Emily Dickinson
• The Bells . . . Edgar Allan Poe
• A Bag of Tools. . . R L Sharpe
• Do Not Go Gentle . . . Dylan Thomas

The Power of Littles

Great events, we often find, On little things depend, And very small beginnings Have oft a mighty end.

Letters joined make words, And words to books may grow, As flake on flake descending Form an avalanche of snow.

A single untterance may good Or evil thought inspire; One little spark enkindled May set a town on fire.

What volumes may be written With little drops of ink! How small a leak, unnoticed, A mighty ship will sink!

A tiny insect's labor Makes the coral strand, And mighty seas are girdled With grains of golden sand.

A daily penny saved, A fortune may begin; A daily penny, squandered, May lead to vice and sin.

Our life is made entirely Of moments multiplied, As little streamlets, joining, Form the ocean's tide.

Our hours and days, our months and years, Are in small moments given: They constitute our time below-- Eternity in heaven. Annonymous