So shines a good deed
How far that little candle throws his beams! So shines a good deed in a weary world.
How far that little candle throws his beams! So shines a good deed in a weary world.
And this, our life, exempt from public haunt,
Finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks,
Sermons in stones, and good in everything.
And take upon 's the mystery of things,
As if we were God's spies.