WHO would be planted chooseth not the soil, Or here or there, Or loam or peat, Wherein he best may grow, And bring forth guerdon of the planter's toil -- The lily is most fair, But says not: -- "I will only blow Upon a southern land"; the cedar makes no coil What rock shall owe The springs that wash his feet; The crocus cannot arbitrate the foil That for its purple radiance is most meet -- Lord, even so I ask one prayer, The which if it be granted, It skills not where Thou plantest me, only I would be planted. |