Elementary Science Program of Spencerport
(Brother Alfred Brousseau)
|Pale Jewel Weed|
These are notes of joy from the hang-bird and wren
And the gossip of swallows through all the sky;
The ground-squirrel gayly chirps by his den,
And the wilding bee hums merrily by.
I know a bank where the wild thyme blows,
Where oxlips and the nodding violet grows,
Quite over-canopied with luscious woodbine,
With sweet musk-roses, and wit eglantine.
The dust of the roadside is vocal;
There is music from every clod;
Bird and breeze are the wild flower's angels,
Their messages bearing to God.
Little weavers of the summer,
with sunbeam shuttle bright
And loom unseen by mortals,
you are busy day and night,
Weaving fairy threads as filmy
and soft as cloud swans, seen
In broad blue sky-land rivers,
above earth's fields of green.
|-- Ray Lawrence|