 | Knitting-work |  |
GREAT AND LITTLE STRUGGLES.
We speak of struggles in the field of life,
Where men and women make a rush to win,
And in the bigger ones who urge the strife
We overlook the lesser that “go in.”
The gallant Havelock on the Eastern field,
Or Halley tracking comets through the sky,
Or Morse, whose fame in lightning lines is sealed,
Or Webster, whose great name can never die, —
These claim our homage; but those are as great
Who in a smaller way embark their soul,
Who wrestle with the purposes of Fate,
To sink, perhaps, or triumph in the whole.
A mighty instance now occurs to me —
A small boy wrestling with his A, B, C.
Where men and women make a rush to win,
And in the bigger ones who urge the strife
We overlook the lesser that “go in.”
The gallant Havelock on the Eastern field,
Or Halley tracking comets through the sky,
Or Morse, whose fame in lightning lines is sealed,
Or Webster, whose great name can never die, —
These claim our homage; but those are as great
Who in a smaller way embark their soul,
Who wrestle with the purposes of Fate,
To sink, perhaps, or triumph in the whole.
A mighty instance now occurs to me —
A small boy wrestling with his A, B, C.
| Knitting-work | |