Morning Glory Buds
By J. H. Johnston
No folded morning-glory bud
Blooms, closes fast, then blooms again:
Once shaken out, the colors fade,
The beauty’s gone for aye, — but then,
New buds will open to the day
When next the early morn awakes;
So, though some bright things pass away,
My heart some hopeful comfort takes.
Our “life hath many mornings,” so
Hath said some rarely gifted one;
And morning-glory buds will bloom
With every summer-morning sun.
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