SWINGING low by a garden wall A flower bent its head, Only a few its beauty knew, And the fragrance sweet it shed. But a wind blew rough on the blossom rare, And its seeds were scattered wide, Now one finds its bloom, where'er there's room On the great green countryside! So stood the shrine on Zion's hill, For Truth's Temple fair, But all too few its beauty knew— Men knew not Truth dwelt there. But came the foe like shattering storm, And Temple walls laid low, 'Neath weeping skies the ruin lies 'Mid wails of mortal woe. But like windblown blossom then The precious seeds were blown, And Truth spread wide on every side Where'er the seeds were sown! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MARIA CALLAS, THE WOMAN BEHIND THE LEGEND* by MADELINE DEFREES EPITAPH FOR A SOLDIER by DAVID IGNATOW TO W.E.B. DUBOIS - SCHOLAR by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON FREE FANTASIA ON JAPANESE THEMES by AMY LOWELL CHARLOTTE CORDAY (REVOLUTIONARY TRIBUNAL, JULY 17, 1793) by EDGAR LEE MASTERS SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: BARNEY HAINSFEATHER by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |