From the Evening Star, June 11, 1915. By Philander Johnson.

“Wait a little,” said the robin,
    “For the song I have to sing.”
“Wait a little,” said the rosebud,
    “For a bit of blossoming.”
I know the world is busy,
    But the sunshine and the smile
Shouldn’t wholly be forgotten.
    Let us wait a little while.

Wait a little on the beauty.
    Wait a little on the song.
They will leave you better fitted
    For the tasks that need the strong.
Life holds nothing for the laggard,
    But the road is many a mile,
And there’s hope and strength in halting
    Only just a little while.