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.