GOD loves Pansies, with their child-like faces
Looking up, catching every ray of light,
Seeking to be fair in the Father's sight.
One who owneth all their charms and graces,
Lighting up, like them, earth's desert places,
Claims sweet sisterhood with these blossoms bright;
Hears God's voice saying to her, "Pansy, write!"
In letters purple with love, she traces
With golden pen the Saviour's message true;
Myriad voices in Heaven will repeat,
"Pansy, lessons of love they've learned from you;
And lay their crowns with you, at Jesus' feet."
From your sweet Pansy blooms of purest thought
My soul a glimpse of Heaven's joy hath caught.
Rockville, Mass. With the love of Arbutus.