Smallest Things

Upon the earth, o’er ages long,

There things of grandeur stand

That awed a hundred thousand throngs

From far and distant lands:

Fair temples hewn from marble stone

Upon the city heights,

Bright pillars shining purest gold

And gleaming in the light;

Grand murals painted over years

Bedecking ancient halls

And telling of past hopes and fears,

Of kingdoms, soldiers, thralls;

Yet greatest wonders all begin

With smallest stroke of brush,

With chisel placed, with breath drawn in,

Within enchanted hush.