Wherever there is room to grow we bloom And offer to the Host our colours' prayer, We grace the fabric of the Artist's loom And cast our fragrance on His scented air.
Beautiful and humble and divine The Garden of the Lord is our domain, Who tends it shall his consciousness refine That He may hear the chant of love's refrain
And deeper plunge to consecrate and know That flowers are a symbol of Her grace, The soil prepared our nature then shall grow And blossom in the Spirit's timeless space.
Poems Undated (1727)
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