The Country Beautiful

By Paul Bewsher

I love the little daisies on the lawn
Which contemplate with wide and placid eyes
The blue and white enamel of the skies –
The larks which sing their mattin-song at dawn,
High o’er the earth, and see the new Day born,
All stained with amethyst and amber dyes.
I love the shadowy woodland’s hidden prize
Of fragrant violets, which the dewy morn

Doth open gently underneath the trees
To cast elusive perfume on each hour –
The waving clover, full of drowsy bees,
That take their murmurous way from flower to flower.
Who could but think – deep in some sun-flecked glade –
How God must love these things that He has made?

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