  Bright the lovely pansies blossomed, Some in purple and in gold; And I wondered at their courage, Facing storms of cloud and cold. Then I asked them of their mission,— Why they came to bless the world; And they laughed and shook the dew-drops From their velvet leaves unfurled, “Oh!” they cried, “we’ve many missions, But the gladdest of them all Is to cheer the little children, And gleam out from fingers small; To shine forth thoughts of God awhile, And draw from baby lips a smile.” endpaper divider |
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