SAINTS are God's flowers, fragrant souls That His own hand hath planted, Not in some far-off heavenly place, Or solitude enchanted, But here and there and everywhere, -- In lonely field, or crowded town, God sees a flower when He looks down. Some wear the lily's stainless white, And some the rose of passion, And some the violet's heavenly blue, But each in its own fashion, With silent bloom and soft perfume, Is praising Him who from above Beholds each lifted face of love. One such I knew, -- and had the grace To thank my God for knowing: The beauty of her quiet life Was like a rose in blowing, So fair and sweet, so all-complete And all unconscious, as a flower, That light and fragrance were her dower. No convent-garden held this rose, Concealed like secret treasure; No royal terrace guarded her For some sole monarch's pleasure. She made her shrine, this saint of mine, In a bright home where children played; And there she wrought and there she prayed. In sunshine, when the days were glad, She had the art of keeping The clearest rays, to give again In days of rain and weeping; Her blessed heart could still impart Some portion of its secret grace, And charity shone in her face. In joy she grew from year to year; And sorrow made her sweeter; And every comfort, still more kind; And every loss, completer. Her children came to love her name, -- "Christina," -- 't was a lip's caress; And when they called, they seemed to bless. No more they call, for she is gone Too far away to hear them; And yet they often breathe her name As if she lingered near them; They cannot reach her with love's speech, But when they say "Christina" now 'T is like a prayer or like a vow: A vow to keep her life alive In deeds of pure affection, So that her love shall find in them A daily resurrection; A constant prayer that they may wear Some touch of that supernal light With which she blossoms in God's sight. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A SONG OF LABOUR; DEDICATED TO MY FELLOW-WORKERS WITH PICK AND SHOVEL by ALEXANDER ANDERSON THE OLD KIRK YARD by THOMAS HAYNES BAYLY THE THINKER'S VISION by WILLIAM ROSE BENET PARAPHRASE; FAILURE AND SUCCESS by LEVI BISHOP EARTH by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT |