Small Is My Secret--Let It Pass-- Small In Your Life The Share I Had, Who Sat Beside You In The Class, Awed By The Bright Superior Lad: Whom Yet With Hot And Eager Face I Prompted When He Missed His Place. For You The Call Came Swift And Soon: But Sometimes In Your Holidays You Meet Me Trudging Home At Noon To Dinner Through The Dusty Ways, And Recognized, And With A Nod Passed On, But Never Guessed--Thank God! Truly Our Ways Were Separate. I Bent Myself To Hoe And Drill, Yea, With An Honest Man To Mate, Fulfilling God Almighty'S Will; And Bore Him Children. But My Prayers Were Yours--And, Only After, Theirs. While You--Still Loftier, More Remote, You Sprang From Stair To Stair Of Fame, And You've A Riband On Your Coat, And You've A Title To Your Name; But Have You Yet A Star To Shine Above Your Bed, As I O'Er Mine?