Sweetbriar sends its fragrance on the air,
Obedient to its kind,
Not waiting for a wind
To waft the scent to special here or there,
Or proudly everywhere;
But in its quiet radius
With giving, free and generous,
It breathes delight for all who wander near.
So may our lives the Spirit-fragrance breathe
Of thoughts that dwell in Mind,
Of patience, gentle, kind—
That spiritual sense of Life that brings
Odor of holy things:
The higher joys and purer peace
That give the earth-bound sweet release—
Fragrance of Soul that whispers, "Life is Love."
