BUDS and bells! Sweet April pleasures, Springing all around, White and gold and crimson treasures, From the cold, unlovely ground! He who gave them grace and hue Made the little children too! When the weary little flowers Close their starry eyes, By the dark and dewy hours Strength and freshness God supplies. He who sends the gentle dew Cares for little children too! Then He gives the pleasant weather, Sunshine warm and free, Making all things glad together, Kind to them and kind to me. Lovely flowers! He loveth you, And the little children too! Though we cannot hear you singing Softly chiming lays, Surely God can see you bringing Silent songs of wordless praise! Hears your anthem, sweet and true, Hears the little children too! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...I COULD TAKE by HAYDEN CARRUTH SONNETS FROM THE PORTUGUESE: 22 by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING THE INCOGNITA OF RAPHAEL by WILLIAM ALLEN BUTLER THE COCK AND THE FOX, OR THE TALE OF THE NUN'S PRIEST by GEOFFREY CHAUCER BALLADE OF DEAD ACTORS by WILLIAM ERNEST HENLEY ON THE BUILDING OF SPRINGFIELD by NICHOLAS VACHEL LINDSAY |