Thou sweet wild flower, so simple, fresh, and fair,
With flushed and tender face upraised to greet
The troubled wanderer whose weary feet
Avoid the crowded way to banish care,
Encourage those who heavy burdens bear,
And bid them turn from sin and the deceit
Of worldly strife, and seek in this retreat
A calm and quiet peace, a gift most rare.
Though humble be thy station, there are few
That better fill their niche in life than thee;
The roses, tulips, lilies fair, the aisles
Of gardens rich may line; but them, so true
To nature's plans, from care and sorrow free
Art nothing less than one of God's own smiles.
Poems
TO A WILD ROSE
From the February 1901 issue of The Christian Science Journal
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