A LESSON FROM A FLOWER

MABEL DOBYNS WEIL

Weary and worn, with care and worry spent,
Into the deep and quiet wood I went
And lay me down to rest upon a mossy bank
Where purple violets in rich profusion grew,
And happy birdsong echoed all the woodland through.
My tired spirit of the song and perfume drank
Until I fell asleep and dreamed a violet
Looked up and spoke, its gentle face dew-wet:

"O man, of God's creation the most blest,
Why trust not you in Him, like all the rest?
I did not worry o'er the soil, or sun, or dew,
I knew the sun would shine and rain would fall,
I trusted in His loving care, who made it all,
And raised my face to heaven and smiled and grew."
I woke refreshed, and thankful for the lesson learned,
Back to my life and work I gladly turned.

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