He's not quite himself, or is he?

Little drops of water, Little grains of sand, Make the mighty ocean And the pleasant land.

So the little moments, Humble though they be, Make the mighty ages Of Eternity.

So the little errors Lead the soul away From the paths of virtue Far in sin to stray.

Little deeds of kindness, Little words of love, Help to make earth happy, Like the Heaven above.

Julia A. F. Carney, ""Little Things""