LITTLE by little," the tempter said,

  As a dark and cunning snare he spread

For the young, unwary feet; 

"Little by little and, day by day, 

I will tempt the careless soul away 

Until the ruin is complete."

"Little by little," sure and slow, 

We fashion our future of bliss or woe;

As the present passes away, 

Our feet are climbing the stairway bright 

Up to the regions of endless light, 

Or gliding downward into the night, 

"Little by little, day by day."