Pebbles

PEBBLES. Cast into a placid stream a stone, however small; Does it disappear, or leave a trace that it did fall? It sinks, but leaves behind it a stream deprived of rest, For time encircling ripples now agitate its breast. Of thoughts, of words, of actions, we should most careful be; For it is ever so with all — with all humanity. We know not how our pebbles may Life's stream agitate; Then let them only — great or small — disturb to elevate. Grace Ingles Frost. Salt Lake City, Utah.