These are the little glimpses of beauty
Though never planned to blossom forth and grow.
Let us not despise them.
These have their value too.
And we, who perceive their truth
Are richly blessed.
For lovely little indications
Of gentle thoughts and sympathy
Surely are only intimations
Of a greater Lover than you or me.
The gifts He gives are offered freely,
Out of abundance to each a part.
For every day come indications
That this giver of love has a generous heart.
And if perchance, the gift seems fraught with sadness,
When the tenderness of love brings pain.
There never was an easy way to gladness
And perfect love on earth, we’ll ne’er attain.