A little Flower grew in a lonely Vale Its form was lovely but its colours. pale One standing in the Porches of the Sun When his Meridian Glories were begun Leapd from the steps of fire & on the grass Alighted where this little flower was With hands divine he movd the gentle Sod And took the Flower up in its native Clod Then planting it upon a Mountains brow 'Tis your own fault if you dont flourish now | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE EARLY MORNING by HILAIRE BELLOC THE FACE ON THE [BAR-ROOM] FLOOR by HUGH ANTOINE D'ARCY THE SLAVE MOTHER by FRANCES ELLEN WATKINS HARPER O CAPTAIN! MY CAPTAIN! by WALT WHITMAN THE CRUSADERS' MARCH by WILLIAM EDMONSTOUNE AYTOUN EPISTLE TO THE REV. JOHN M'MATH by ROBERT BURNS EPITAPH ON NICOL OF THE HIGH SCHOOL, EDINBURGH by ROBERT BURNS |