Littles, The—Showing forth God – Charles Spurgeon

SEEING the jonquil, the hyacinth, the anemone, and many others of our garden flowers growing wild in the valleys on the Italian side of the Alps, and hearing the ceaseless chirping of the innumerable insects which fill the air with their song, and looking up to the snowy peaks piercing the clouds, one could not help comparing the beauty and perfectness of the little, with the overwhelming awe and sublimity of the great. He who launches the thunderbolt guides the fire-fly; he who hurls the falling mass from the shivering Alpine summit controls the descent of the dewdrop; and he, who covers Heaven and earth with the black wings of tempest, stoops down to cherish the violet blooming amid the velvet turf.