By Zitkála-Šá

Like tiny drops of crystal rain,

       In every life the moments fall,

To wear away with silent beat,

       The shell of selfishness o’er all.

And every act, not one too small,

       That leaps from out the heart’s pure glow,

Like ray of gold sends forth a light,

       While moments into seasons flow.

Athwart the dome, Eternity,

       To Iris grown resplendent, fly

Bright gleams from every noble deed,

       Till colors with each other vie.

’Tis glimpses of this grand rainbow,

       Where moments with good deeds unite,

That gladden many weary hearts,

       Inspiring them to seek more Light.