THOU givest, Lord, to Nature law, And she in turn doth give Her poorest flower a right to draw Whate'er she needs to live. The dews upon her forehead fall, The sunbeams round her lean, And dress her humble form with all The glory of a queen. In thickets wild, in woodland bowers, By waysides, everywhere, The plainest flower of all the flowers Is shining with thy care. And shall I, through my fear and doubt, Be less than one of these, And come from seeking thee without By blessed influences? Thou who hast crowned my life with powers So large, -- so high above The fairest flower of all the flowers, -- Forbid it by thy love. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ON THE BUST OF HELEN BY CANOVA by GEORGE GORDON BYRON UNDER THE VIOLETS by OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES TO SOME LADIES [ON RECEIVING A CURIOUS SHELL] by JOHN KEATS SONNET: 16. TO THE LORD GENERAL CROMWELL, MAY 1652 by JOHN MILTON AMOR MUNDI by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI THE OTHER WORLD by HARRIET BEECHER STOWE |