ANNA BUNSTON DE BARY
Close to the sodThere can be seenA thought of GodIn white and green.Unmarred, unsoiledIt cleft the clay,Serene, unspoiledIt views the day.It is so holyAnd yet so lowly.Would you enjoyIts grace and dowerAnd not destroyThe living flower?Then you must, please,Fall on your knees.
Close to the sodThere can be seenA thought of GodIn white and green.Unmarred, unsoiledIt cleft the clay,Serene, unspoiledIt views the day.It is so holyAnd yet so lowly.Would you enjoyIts grace and dowerAnd not destroyThe living flower?Then you must, please,Fall on your knees.
Close to the sodThere can be seenA thought of GodIn white and green.
Close to the sod
There can be seen
A thought of God
In white and green.
Unmarred, unsoiledIt cleft the clay,Serene, unspoiledIt views the day.
Unmarred, unsoiled
It cleft the clay,
Serene, unspoiled
It views the day.
It is so holyAnd yet so lowly.Would you enjoyIts grace and dowerAnd not destroyThe living flower?Then you must, please,Fall on your knees.
It is so holy
And yet so lowly.
Would you enjoy
Its grace and dower
And not destroy
The living flower?
Then you must, please,
Fall on your knees.