s on his arm, and the rest of his worldly goods upon
his back.

Tiny sat upon the top of the lumber, the most valuable part of the
ship's load by far, though the seamen and the owner of the lumber
thought him only a silly country lad, who was going down to the city,
probably on a foolish errand. And Tiny looked at the banks of the
river, right and left, as they floated down it, and thought of all the
songs he would sing.

All the first day it was of the poor he would help, of the desolate
hearts he would cheer, of the weary lives he would encourage, that he
thought; the world that had need of him should never find him hard of
hearing when it called to him for help. And much he wondered--the poet
Tiny sailing down the river towards the world, how it happened that the
world with all its mighty riches, and its hosts on hosts of helpers,
should ever stand in need of him! But though he wondered, his joy was
none the less that it had happened so. On the first night he dreamed of
pale faces growing rosy, and sad hearts becoming lighter, and weary
hands strengthened, all by his own efforts. The world that had need of
him felt itself better off on account of his labours!

But on the second day of Tiny's journey other thoughts began to mingle
with these. About his father and mother he thought, not in such a way
as they would have been glad to know, but proudly and loftily! What
could he do for them? Bring home a name that the world never mentioned
except with praises and a blessing! And that thought made his cheek
glow and his eyes flash, and at night he dreamed of a trumpeter shouting
his name abroad, and going up the river to tell old Josiah how famous
his boy had become in the earth!

And the third day he dreamed, with his eyes wide open, the livelong day,
of the Beautiful Gate, and the palace of Fame and Wealth to which it
led! and he saw himself entering therein, and the multitude following
him. He ate upon a throne, and wise men came with gifts, and offered
them to him. Alas, poor Tiny! the world had already too many helpers
thinking just such thoughts--it had need of no more coming with such
offerings as these. Would no one tell him so? Would no one tell him
that the new song to be sung unto our Lord was very different from this?

At the end of the third day, Tiny's journey was ended... And he was
landed in the world... Slowly the ship came sailing into harbour, and
took its place among a thousand other