A LESSON FROM A FLOWER by Eliza H. Morton

Pacific Press Publishing Company · Oakland, California · Nov 3, 1898

FromSigns of the Times, Vol. 24, No. 44.

A LESSON FROM A FLOWER.

By Eliza H. Morton

A little flower was trampled Low in the mud and mire, Its petals soiled and crumpled, Its beauty lost entire.

A gentle hand in pity Pushed back the cold, dark earth, And raised the tiny blossom, Believing it had worth.

The sun poured down its brightness, The rain a blessing sent, And, lo, the little flower Arose all reverent, And, lifting up its petals, Put on a beauty new, And many a heart aweary Looked on and stronger grew!

O ye who lift up blossoms In God’s own garden wide, Remember whence the showers, And crush all human pride;

Remember whence the sunlight, Remember whence the dew: Take not to self the glory, ’Tis God that works through you!

ELIZA H. MORTON.