Poem July 8, 1933 Issue

Love's Bounty

EDITH L. PERKINS

'Tis Love that makes the jonquils' golden hue,
That paints each velvet petal of the rose.
The gentian wild that by the wayside grows
From Love receives its royal robe of blue.
He clothes the orchid and the common rue,
No bud or blossom but His bounty knows,
Impartially to all Love's largess flows;
Then can you doubt, O child, He cares for you?

The promise is, I will not thee forsake,
"Lo, I am with you alway," to the end,
Then hasten His acquaintance now to make,
And know Him as thy never failing Friend.
The Love that doth the humblest floweret heed
In every hour supplies all human need.

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