--" Plenis manibus, ferte lilia, ferte." WHO does not love a flower? Its hues are taken from the light, Which summer's sun flings pure and bright, In scattered and prismatic hues, That shine and smile in dropping dews; Its fragrance from the sweetest air, Its form from all that's light and fair; -- Who does not love a flower? A lesson to the giver. Not in the streets to bloom and shine, Not in the rout of noise and wine, Not trampled by the rushing crowd, Not in paved streets and cities proud-- From danger safe, from blighting free, Pure, simple, artless, let it be An emblem of the giver. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AN OLD WOMAN OF THE ROADS by PADRAIC COLUM THE SLAVE AUCTION by FRANCES ELLEN WATKINS HARPER THE PIKER'S RUBAIYAT by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS EMBLEMS OF LOVE: 34. TRUE LOVE KNOWS BUT ONE by PHILIP AYRES |