Bright the lovely pansies blossomed,Some in purple and in gold;And I wondered at their courage,Facing storms of cloud and cold.Then I asked them of their mission,—Why they came to bless the world;And they laughed and shook the dew-dropsFrom their velvet leaves unfurled,“Oh!” they cried, “we’ve many missions,But the gladdest of them allIs to cheer the little children,And gleam out from fingers small;To shine forth thoughts of God awhile,And draw from baby lips a smile.”
Bright the lovely pansies blossomed,Some in purple and in gold;And I wondered at their courage,Facing storms of cloud and cold.Then I asked them of their mission,—Why they came to bless the world;And they laughed and shook the dew-dropsFrom their velvet leaves unfurled,“Oh!” they cried, “we’ve many missions,But the gladdest of them allIs to cheer the little children,And gleam out from fingers small;To shine forth thoughts of God awhile,And draw from baby lips a smile.”
Bright the lovely pansies blossomed,
Some in purple and in gold;
And I wondered at their courage,
Facing storms of cloud and cold.
Then I asked them of their mission,—
Why they came to bless the world;
And they laughed and shook the dew-drops
From their velvet leaves unfurled,
“Oh!” they cried, “we’ve many missions,
But the gladdest of them all
Is to cheer the little children,
And gleam out from fingers small;
To shine forth thoughts of God awhile,
And draw from baby lips a smile.”
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