SMALL is the trust when love is green

In sap of early years;

A little thing steps in between

And kisses turn to tears.

Awhile — and see how love be grown

In loveliness and power!

Awhile, it loves the sweets alone,

But next it loves the sour.

A little love is none at all

That wanders or that fears;

A hearty love dwells still at call

To kisses or to tears.

Such then be m............