THOU givest, Lord, to Nature law, And she in turn doth give Her poorest flower a right to draw Whate'er she needs to live. The dews upon her forehead fall, The sunbeams round her lean, And dress her humble form with all The glory of a queen. In thickets wild, in woodland bowers, By waysides, everywhere, The plainest flower of all the flowers Is shining with thy care. And shall I, through my fear and doubt, Be less than one of these, And come from seeking thee without By blessed influences? Thou who hast crowned my life with powers So large, -- so high above The fairest flower of all the flowers, -- Forbid it by thy love. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A LOVER'S QUARREL by ROBERT BROWNING THADDEUS STEVENS by PHOEBE CARY MESSMATES by HENRY JOHN NEWBOLT IN MEMORIAM A.H.H.: 47 by ALFRED TENNYSON THE MAN WHO DREAMED OF FAERYLAND by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS THE ART OF PRESERVING HEALTH: BOOK 2. DIET by JOHN ARMSTRONG |