  Blossoms floating through the air, Bearing perfumes rich and rare, Free from trouble, toil, and care. Would I were a blossom! Robins singing in the trees, Feeling every velvet breeze, Free from knowledge that bereaves. Would I were a robin! Violets peaceful in the vale, Telling each its happy tale, Free from worldly noise and sale. Would I were a violet! Blessed day of needed wealth, Full of Nature's perfect health, Fill me with thy power. Then like blossoms I shall be, Wafting only purity, Or like robins, singing free 'Midst the deepening mystery, Or like violets, caring naught Only to reflect God's thought." Porter Manse. |
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