IS that a drop of the ethereal blue Thou holdest, swaying on thy slender stalk? Or hast thou from the ocean wave thy hue, Frail tenant of the rock? Perchance to beings of a finer sense This beautiful color would be sound as well, Worthy to peal through all the rainbow tents Of flowerdom from thy bell. And yet, fair flower, so few the eyes to see Or tongues to praise thee in this solitude, Lackest thou nothing? Pray, bestow on me Thy own contented mood. The Hand that set thee on this rocky shelf Guides all the worlds upon their lordly ways; He stamped on thee some image of Himself, And that is more than praise. Ay, 't is enough, O little flower, to draw One's joy from God alone: humbly to dwell In any place fulfilling heaven's law,— I know that that is well. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WE FACE THE FUTURE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON THE RIGS O' BARLEY by ROBERT BURNS TRUTH AND SORROW by PHILIP JAMES BAILEY VERSES TO SOME FRIENDS RETURNING FROM THE SEA-SIDE by BERNARD BARTON ECCE IN DESERTO by HENRY AUGUSTIN BEERS THE HORSE THIEF by WILLIAM ROSE BENET |