Reflection

MABEL M. THIBAU

The flowery wood, the azure sky,
The song bird's liquid trill,
The singing brook and grassy bower,
The distant wooded hill,
The humming bee, the blooming flower—
All symbolizing Thee,
Not in mere cloud, or leaf, or song,
But in pure harmony.

The kindly deed, the tender care,
The smile that brings good cheer,
The helping hand and gentle word,
The thought that knows no fear,
The healing work of doing good,
Reflecting Thee, the best—
Not in mere deed, or word, or smile,
But in the love expressed.