A habitat of
beauty
Which asks no price or pawn;
Where the ivory
petals
Retain the kiss of dawn.
The glowing
flame of morning
Is captured on its way;
The pink and
gold of sunset
Retouches each bouquet.
Her roses white
and yellow,
And many shades of red,
Proclaim the
cause of beauty;
Each nods a fragrant head,
As rising in
their glory
From out the same dark sod,
Each bears the
holy imprint
That notes the hand of God.
--Hilda Boudinot
Moore. |
