A tra veler throiifili a dusty road Sirewed acorns on the ka, And one took root, and sprouted up, Aid giew uto a tree. Love sought its shade at evening, Ti breallie its early vows, And age was pleased, in beats of noon, To bask beiieath its bougbs, The dormouse loved its dancing twig, Tlie binls sweet music borej It stoo I a glory In its place, A blessiug evermore. A little spring bad lost its way Amiil tlie gvass and fern ; A passing stranger scooped a well, Wbere weary men might turn ; He walled it in, and liung w i th care A ladle at the brink - He tbungbt not of the deed he did, But judged ihat men might drink. He passed again - and, lo ! the well, Üy sunniuTS never dried, Had cooled a thousand parching longues, And saved a lile beside. A drearaer dropped a random thought 'Twas old, and vet was iiew- A simple fancy of the brain But btrong in being true ; It shone upon a genial mind, And lo ! its ligbt becauie A lomp of lile, a beacon ray, A nionitory ñame. Tlie tliouglit was sniall - its issue grcat ; A watch iïro on Ilie bill, It sends a rrdiance far arfown, And cheers the valley SÜll. A nameless man, amid a crowd That thronged the daily mart, Let fall a word of hope and love, Ünstndied, Prom the heart ; A whisi]er on the tumult ihrown - A transitory trpath - It raised a brolher from the dust, It saved a soul from death. 0 germ ! 0 fount ! 0 word of love ! O thought at random cast! Ye were but little at the üist, But mighty at the last.