THE EARTHEN VESSEL.
"It is but an earthen vessel,
But it lay so close to me;
It is small, but it is empty,
And that's all it needs to be.
"So to the fountain he took it,
And filled it full to the brim;
How glad was the earthen vessel,
To be of some use to him.
"His own hand had drawn the water,
Which refreshed the thirsty flowers;
But he used the earthen vessel,
To convey the living showers.
"And of itself it whispered,
As he laid it down once more;
Still will I lie in his pathway,
Just where I did before.
"Close would I keep to the Master,
Empty would I remain;
And, perhaps, some day he may use me
To water his flowers again."