VIOLET, ROSE, AND GOLDEN-ROD.
Violet, rose, and golden-rod!Blossoms of the self-same sod,Springing from the breathing moldInto beauty manifold.Each its season knoweth well,Without sign or syllable,—Faithful to the law benignPotent over palm and pine.Excellent in their degree,Rivals they can never be;Fashioned with divinest grace,Each is perfect in its place.Dear to Childhood and to Age,Each hath ample heritageIn these human hearts of ours,Kindred with the leaves and flowers.Children of the shower and sun,Soon, like theirs, our day is done;—We are fading e’en as they,—We with them must pass away.But the flowers shall bloom again;Ends, at last, the winter’s reign;—Life is larger than a breath,—Love is master over death!Precious, in the sight of God,Violet, rose, and golden-rod;—Dearer far to Heaven are we,Children of eternity!
Violet, rose, and golden-rod!Blossoms of the self-same sod,Springing from the breathing moldInto beauty manifold.Each its season knoweth well,Without sign or syllable,—Faithful to the law benignPotent over palm and pine.Excellent in their degree,Rivals they can never be;Fashioned with divinest grace,Each is perfect in its place.Dear to Childhood and to Age,Each hath ample heritageIn these human hearts of ours,Kindred with the leaves and flowers.Children of the shower and sun,Soon, like theirs, our day is done;—We are fading e’en as they,—We with them must pass away.But the flowers shall bloom again;Ends, at last, the winter’s reign;—Life is larger than a breath,—Love is master over death!Precious, in the sight of God,Violet, rose, and golden-rod;—Dearer far to Heaven are we,Children of eternity!
Violet, rose, and golden-rod!Blossoms of the self-same sod,Springing from the breathing moldInto beauty manifold.
Violet, rose, and golden-rod!
Blossoms of the self-same sod,
Springing from the breathing mold
Into beauty manifold.
Each its season knoweth well,Without sign or syllable,—Faithful to the law benignPotent over palm and pine.
Each its season knoweth well,
Without sign or syllable,—
Faithful to the law benign
Potent over palm and pine.
Excellent in their degree,Rivals they can never be;Fashioned with divinest grace,Each is perfect in its place.
Excellent in their degree,
Rivals they can never be;
Fashioned with divinest grace,
Each is perfect in its place.
Dear to Childhood and to Age,Each hath ample heritageIn these human hearts of ours,Kindred with the leaves and flowers.
Dear to Childhood and to Age,
Each hath ample heritage
In these human hearts of ours,
Kindred with the leaves and flowers.
Children of the shower and sun,Soon, like theirs, our day is done;—We are fading e’en as they,—We with them must pass away.
Children of the shower and sun,
Soon, like theirs, our day is done;—
We are fading e’en as they,—
We with them must pass away.
But the flowers shall bloom again;Ends, at last, the winter’s reign;—Life is larger than a breath,—Love is master over death!
But the flowers shall bloom again;
Ends, at last, the winter’s reign;—
Life is larger than a breath,—
Love is master over death!
Precious, in the sight of God,Violet, rose, and golden-rod;—Dearer far to Heaven are we,Children of eternity!
Precious, in the sight of God,
Violet, rose, and golden-rod;—
Dearer far to Heaven are we,
Children of eternity!