28.10.2007, 11:56
John Keble
1792 - 1866
SPRING FLOWERS.
THE loveliest flowers the closest cling to earth,
And they first feel the sun : so violets blue :
So the soft star-like primrose drenched in dew
The happiest of Spring's happy fragrant birth.
To gentlest touches sweetest tones reply.
Still humbleness with her low-breathed voice
Can steal o'er man's proud heart, and win his choice
From earth to heaven, with mightier witchery
Than eloquence or wisdom e'er could own.
Bloom on then in your shade, contented bloom,
Sweet flowers, nor deem yourselves to all unknown,
Heaven knows you, by whose gales and dews ye thrive ;
They know, who one day for their altered doom
Shall thank you, taught by you to abase themselves and live.
1792 - 1866
SPRING FLOWERS.
THE loveliest flowers the closest cling to earth,
And they first feel the sun : so violets blue :
So the soft star-like primrose drenched in dew
The happiest of Spring's happy fragrant birth.
To gentlest touches sweetest tones reply.
Still humbleness with her low-breathed voice
Can steal o'er man's proud heart, and win his choice
From earth to heaven, with mightier witchery
Than eloquence or wisdom e'er could own.
Bloom on then in your shade, contented bloom,
Sweet flowers, nor deem yourselves to all unknown,
Heaven knows you, by whose gales and dews ye thrive ;
They know, who one day for their altered doom
Shall thank you, taught by you to abase themselves and live.