The Fresh Spring Flowers by Everywhere

Review and Herald Publishing Association · Takoma Park Station, Washington, D. C. · Jun 7, 1906

The Fresh Spring Flowers

By Everywhere

TUCKED under the sedges and close to the edges Of fields that are kissed by the winds of the south, Are the dear little flowers that earth richly dowers With showers and sunshine, ere summer and drouth.

Shy, pink-tinted blossoms, that wear in their bosoms A sweetness unknown to the heart of the rose; Fair violets of spring-time, who come in the wing-time, And learn all the lore that the first blue bird knows.

There’s sheen on the rivers, where tenderly quivers On banks greening over the new-budded leaf; And dear Pussy-Willow has stirred from her pillow, And jonquils are yellow as wheat in the sheaf.

Soon wakes the pure lily, though mornings are chilly; And bourgeons the snowdrop so fearlessly bold, And through dark aisles glooming, the rare dogwood blooming, Will lavish its splendor in forest and wold.

Sweet flowers that glisten, that wistfully listen, To hear the faint call of the mother of love, The dew and the shimmer, the dusk and the glimmer Of starbeams and moon ray, are yours from above.

Ye dwell like white maidens whom purity ladens With dreams that come true in the light of the morn, And ye pledge us the word of the all-keeping Lord, That the gifts of his hands to our lives shall be borne.

— Everywhere.