Influence

In gentle showers the rain descends,     And softly falls the dew.     The dewdrop with the raindrop blends;     The tiny stream they form then wends     Its way the grasses through.     And kindred streams with it combine     And form a rivulet;     Then on it runs like trailing vine,     Lays bare the roots of oak and pine,     And other brooks are met.     The swelling stream meanders on,     Gives power to busy mills,     And bears huge ships its breast upon,     Gives drink to kine and lovely fawn,     And drinks up other rills.     A lady's foot had changed its course,     And drank it dry a lamb,     Had they but sought it at its source;     But now it rushes on with force     And leaps the mighty dam.     Thus is it with our influence here;     Each look, each word, each deed,     Is like the rain, or dewdrop clear--     Though tiny things they now appear,     They to the ocean lead.     As grains of sand make up the hill     Which towers above the plain,     And drops combine to swell the rill     Which helps the mighty sea to fill,     So does our influence gain.