The blue and bright-eyed floweret of the brook, Hope's gentle gem, the sweet Forget-me-not.
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The smallest effort is not lost,Each wavelet on the ocean tostAids in the ebb-tide or the flow;Each rain-drop makes some floweret blow;Each struggle lessens human woe.
charles mackaySee the wretch that long has tost On the thorny bed of pain, At length repair his vigour lost, And breathe and walk again: The meanest floweret of the vale, The simplest note that swells the gale, The common sun, the air, the skies, To him are opening paradise.
thomas grayThe smallest effort is not lost, Each wavelet on the ocean tost Aids in the ebb-tide or the flow; Each rain-drop makes some floweret blow; Each struggle lessens human woe.
charles mackayThe meanest floweret of the vale, The simplest note that swells the gale, The common sun , the air , the skies , To him are open paradise.
thomas gray