The soul of a child is the loveliest flowerThat grows in the garden of God,
Its climb is from weakness to knowledge and power,
Its climb is from weakness to knowledge and power,
To the sky from the clay and the clod.
To beauty and sweetness it grows under care,
Neglected, 'tis ragged and wild.
'Tis a plant that is tender, but wondrously rare,
The sweet, wistful soul of a child.
Be tender, O Gardener, and give it its share
Of moisture, of warmth, and of light,
And let it not lack for painstaking care
To protect it from frost and from blight.
And let it not lack for painstaking care
To protect it from frost and from blight.
A glad day will come when its bloom shall unfold
It will seem that an angel has smiled,
Reflecting a beauty and sweetness untold
In the sensitive soul of a child.
Author Unknown
2 comments:
This is a beautiful poem. Does this flower grow native in your area? I've never seen one like it. It is quite pretty?
Hi Elizabeth Joy (what a lovely name),
Stitchwort grows along side the road here. But we only see it in the Spring. I thing the paired petals are lovely. I don't know if it grows in the US.
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