THE good deeds we have sown, They are not lost; Their seeds have crossed The heavenly borderland and grown Into eternal flowers there To make His garden-plots more fair. Each good deed is a rose Whose gentle grace Shall bless the place Where the good doer's spirit goes; For all the heavenly mansions stand In gardens sown by human hand. Though now invisibly The gardens grow, We yet shall know The flowers of eternity, And count our roses, one by one, In that fair realm beyond the sun. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE VALSE by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR MENAPHON: SEPHESTIA'S [CRADLE] SONG TO HER CHILD by ROBERT GREENE THE ADOPTED CHILD by FELICIA DOROTHEA HEMANS ON ENGLISH MONSIEUR by BEN JONSON A BOY'S MOTHER by JAMES WHITCOMB RILEY MUSIC IN CAMP by JOHN REUBEN THOMPSON HOMAGE TO QUINTUS SEPTIMIUS FLORENTIS CHRISTIANUS: TROY by AGATHIAS SCHOLASTICUS |