SONG: ONE HARD LOOK.

Small gnats that fly

In hot July

And lodge in sleeping ears,

Can rouse therein

A trumpet's din

With Day-of-Judgement fears.

Small mice at night

Can wake more fright

Than lions at midday.

An urchin small

Torments us all

Who tread his prickly way.

A straw will crack

The camel's back,

To die we need but sip,

So little sand

As fills the hand

Can stop a steaming ship.

One smile relieves

A heart that grieves

Though deadly sad it be,

And one hard look

Can close the book

That lovers love to see —