Little Things
F. Price
Little things that run and quail
And die in silence and despair;
Little things that fight and fail
And fall on earth and sea and air;
All trapped and frightened little things,
The mouse, the coney, hear our prayer.
As we forgive those done to us,
The lamb, the linnet, and the hare,
Forgive us all our trespasses,
Little creatures everywhere.