Poem July 23, 1921 Issue

[Written for the Sentinel]

By the Will of God

LENA H. FARRAR

"By its own volition, not a blade of grass springs up, not a spray buds within the vale, not a leaf unfolds its fair outlines, not a flower starts from its cloistered cell."—Science and Health, p. 191.

Not by its own volition
Blossoms the violet sweet,
Nor the dandelion reveal its glory
Humbly at our feet.

Not by its own volition
Doth the buttercup unfold,
Nor the daisy open its petals white,
Revealing its heart of gold.

Not by its own volition
Comes the color and fragrance rare
Of trailing arbutus, winding its way
Over hills and woodlands fair.

Not by its own volition
Doth the water lily rise
Above the deep, dark waters,
To unfold before our eyes.

'Tis only the mother-love of God,
With its warmth and gentle power,
Can clothe the trees with beauty,
And bring forth each sweet flower.

'Tis only the mother-love of God,
Can give us flowers eternal,
Blossoms of purity, joy, and peace,
Blossoms of love supernal.

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