LITTLE DEEDS.
I SHOT an arrow in the air;
It fell to earth, I know not where;
For so swiftly it flew, the sight
Could not follow it in its bight.
I breathed a prayer into the air;
It fell to earth, I know not where;
For who has sight so keen and strong
That it can follow the flight of song?
Long, long afterward, in an oak,
I found the arrow still unbroke;
And the song, from beginning to end,
I found again in the heart of a friend.
Longfellow.