GOD DIRECTS

EVELYN SYLVESTER KNOWLES.

Whether the flower grow fast or slow,
Whether the rain be falling
Or on its petals the sunbeams glow
When the south wind is calling;
Whether the dew bathe its tender face,
Or a chill breeze be blowing,
Through a divine, eternal grace
God hath directed its growing.

Whether the mellow fields of grain
Smile in the August dawning;
Whether the grasses in meadow or plain
Scatter sweet incense each morning,
Whether they send forth a tender flower,
Or be swept away in the mowing,
Every day, every passing hour
God hath directed the growing.

Ah, little one! child of Love divine,
Whether the tempest be raging
Or the clear light of Love doth shine,
Sorrow and dark assuaging;
Whether thy path be low or high,
If faithful hath been thy sowing,
Thou shalt bring forth abundantly,
For God directeth the growing.