Nothing is lost. The tiniest seed,
By wild birds borne or breezes blown,
Finds something suited to its need,
Wherein 't is sown and grown.
So with our words, or harsh or kind,
Uttered, they are not all forgot;
They have their influence on the mind, —
Pass on, but perish not.
So with our deeds, for good or ill,
They have their power, scarce understood;
Then let us use our better will,
To make them rife with good!
