THAT'S THE WAY

Just a little every day--
       That's the way!
Seeds in darkness swell and grow,
Tiny blades push through the snow;
    Never any flower of May
Leaps to blossom in a burst,
Slowly, slowly, as the first,
    That's the way.
Just a little every day.

    Just a little every day--
       That's the way,
Children learn to read and write
    Bit by bit and mite by mite,
       Never any one I say
Leaps to knowledge and its power;
Slowly, slowly, hour by hour,
       That's the way!
    Just a little every day.

The Beautiful Land of Nod by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Chicago: Morrill, Higgins & Co. [1892]


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