ANONYMOUS -- nor needs a name To tell the secret whence the flame, With light, and warmth, and incense, came A new creation to proclaim. So was it when, His labor done, God saw His work, and smiled thereon: His glory in the picture shone, But name upon the canvas, none. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE BLUEBELL by EMILY JANE BRONTE THE HAPPY NIGHTINGALE by PHILIP AYRES IN JUNIOR YEAR by WILLIAM GRANT BARNEY THE UNKNOWN SHEPHERD'S COMPLAINT by RICHARD BARNFIELD WIND WEAVING by FRANCES HALLEY BROCKETT CARPE DIEM by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON |