The Spark
The Spark
A. Pembury
A. Pembury
A. Pembury
A. Pembury
The daylight was fading, and shadowy gloomWas creeping and crawling all over the room,When out of the fire, like a star in the dark,There leapt to the fender a bright little spark.“Ha, ha, little children!” it chuckled with glee,“I’ve something to tell you, so listen to me!This morning, Tom Dull, whom I never admire,Was sitting in front of this very same fire;And, as it burned dimly, was heard to remark:‘Oh, Mary! There’s nothing in here but a spark!’“The spark was myself, and I thought, Well-a-day!It’s hard to be judged in that impudent way.But stuck to my labours, and shortly, you know,Had warmed up the coals to a beautiful glow.“I called from their slumbers, the fairies of flame,And out on the carpet they merrily came,And up all the curtains, a marvel to view,They climbed as no others are able to do.“They peeped in the corners where shadows lay hid,And chuckled: ‘We’ve found you! Come out!’ and they did.Thus, darting about in the liveliest play,They caught all the shadows and drove them away.“I’m certain they laughed, though you think it absurd;For never a sound of that laughter was heard.Yet where is the wonder, for who will disputeThat hearts often laugh when the lips are quite mute?“That’s all. But in parting, oh, take it from meThat sparks of endeavour, though tiny to see,May quickly grow stronger and end, as you guess,In lighting the beautiful fire of success.My task is accomplished. Good-bye!” said the spark—And, giving one flash, he went out in the dark.
The daylight was fading, and shadowy gloomWas creeping and crawling all over the room,When out of the fire, like a star in the dark,There leapt to the fender a bright little spark.“Ha, ha, little children!” it chuckled with glee,“I’ve something to tell you, so listen to me!This morning, Tom Dull, whom I never admire,Was sitting in front of this very same fire;And, as it burned dimly, was heard to remark:‘Oh, Mary! There’s nothing in here but a spark!’“The spark was myself, and I thought, Well-a-day!It’s hard to be judged in that impudent way.But stuck to my labours, and shortly, you know,Had warmed up the coals to a beautiful glow.“I called from their slumbers, the fairies of flame,And out on the carpet they merrily came,And up all the curtains, a marvel to view,They climbed as no others are able to do.“They peeped in the corners where shadows lay hid,And chuckled: ‘We’ve found you! Come out!’ and they did.Thus, darting about in the liveliest play,They caught all the shadows and drove them away.“I’m certain they laughed, though you think it absurd;For never a sound of that laughter was heard.Yet where is the wonder, for who will disputeThat hearts often laugh when the lips are quite mute?“That’s all. But in parting, oh, take it from meThat sparks of endeavour, though tiny to see,May quickly grow stronger and end, as you guess,In lighting the beautiful fire of success.My task is accomplished. Good-bye!” said the spark—And, giving one flash, he went out in the dark.
The daylight was fading, and shadowy gloomWas creeping and crawling all over the room,When out of the fire, like a star in the dark,There leapt to the fender a bright little spark.
The daylight was fading, and shadowy gloom
Was creeping and crawling all over the room,
When out of the fire, like a star in the dark,
There leapt to the fender a bright little spark.
“Ha, ha, little children!” it chuckled with glee,“I’ve something to tell you, so listen to me!This morning, Tom Dull, whom I never admire,Was sitting in front of this very same fire;And, as it burned dimly, was heard to remark:‘Oh, Mary! There’s nothing in here but a spark!’
“Ha, ha, little children!” it chuckled with glee,
“I’ve something to tell you, so listen to me!
This morning, Tom Dull, whom I never admire,
Was sitting in front of this very same fire;
And, as it burned dimly, was heard to remark:
‘Oh, Mary! There’s nothing in here but a spark!’
“The spark was myself, and I thought, Well-a-day!It’s hard to be judged in that impudent way.But stuck to my labours, and shortly, you know,Had warmed up the coals to a beautiful glow.
“The spark was myself, and I thought, Well-a-day!
It’s hard to be judged in that impudent way.
But stuck to my labours, and shortly, you know,
Had warmed up the coals to a beautiful glow.
“I called from their slumbers, the fairies of flame,And out on the carpet they merrily came,And up all the curtains, a marvel to view,They climbed as no others are able to do.
“I called from their slumbers, the fairies of flame,
And out on the carpet they merrily came,
And up all the curtains, a marvel to view,
They climbed as no others are able to do.
“They peeped in the corners where shadows lay hid,And chuckled: ‘We’ve found you! Come out!’ and they did.Thus, darting about in the liveliest play,They caught all the shadows and drove them away.
“They peeped in the corners where shadows lay hid,
And chuckled: ‘We’ve found you! Come out!’ and they did.
Thus, darting about in the liveliest play,
They caught all the shadows and drove them away.
“I’m certain they laughed, though you think it absurd;For never a sound of that laughter was heard.Yet where is the wonder, for who will disputeThat hearts often laugh when the lips are quite mute?
“I’m certain they laughed, though you think it absurd;
For never a sound of that laughter was heard.
Yet where is the wonder, for who will dispute
That hearts often laugh when the lips are quite mute?
“That’s all. But in parting, oh, take it from meThat sparks of endeavour, though tiny to see,May quickly grow stronger and end, as you guess,In lighting the beautiful fire of success.My task is accomplished. Good-bye!” said the spark—And, giving one flash, he went out in the dark.
“That’s all. But in parting, oh, take it from me
That sparks of endeavour, though tiny to see,
May quickly grow stronger and end, as you guess,
In lighting the beautiful fire of success.
My task is accomplished. Good-bye!” said the spark—
And, giving one flash, he went out in the dark.