I worked in the morning with the soil and flowers Never tiring till night came down And then I continued work through midnight hours Studying the plants that I had grown. But books and magazines are not the way To understand this world of love and God, But to be one with Him and gladly pray And labor in harmony with the sod. Now in India I watch the blossoms smile And feel the energy in ancient trees. In Nature truly there is no conscious guile, But Force and Grace to grow and blossoming please The One for whom they grew, to bloom and live For Her and Him and all their offering give.
Poems Undated (1727)
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