Lyrics:

A boy was born 'mid little things
Between a little world and sky-
And dreamed not of the cosmic rings
'Round which the circling planets fly

He lived in little works and thoughts
Where little ventures grow and plod
And paced and plowed his little plots
And prayed unto his little God

But as the mighty system grew
His faith grew faint with many scars;
The Cosmos widened in his view-
But God was lost among His stars

Another boy in lowly days
As he, to little things was born
But gathered lore in woodland ways
And from the glory of the morn

As wider skies broke on his view
God greatened in his growing mind;
Each year he dreamed his God anew
And left his older God behind

He saw the boundless scheme dilate
In star and blossom, sky and clod;
And as the universe grew great
He dreamed it for a greater God