THE good deeds we have sown, They are not lost; Their seeds have crossed The heavenly borderland and grown Into eternal flowers there To make His garden-plots more fair. Each good deed is a rose Whose gentle grace Shall bless the place Where the good doer's spirit goes; For all the heavenly mansions stand In gardens sown by human hand. Though now invisibly The gardens grow, We yet shall know The flowers of eternity, And count our roses, one by one, In that fair realm beyond the sun. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DEAD LEAVES by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON GLAMOUR by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON A CHILD'S PET by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES THE ENKINDLED SPRING by DAVID HERBERT LAWRENCE SONG OF THE SPANISH JEWS by GRACE AGUILAR AMONG THE MOUNTAINS by EDMUND JOHN ARMSTRONG LAMENT OF AROMAITERAI by AROMAITERAI ON MRS PRIESTLEY'S LEAVING WARRINGTON by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD |