So the folded hands take up their work,
And the weary feet pursue their way;
And all is clear when the good heart cries,
“Be brave!—to-morrow’s another day.”
Yellow Jasmine
Do angels come as flowers, O golden stars!
That I can hold within my small white palm?
Or were you dropped from o’er the crystal bars,
Filled with the perfume of celestial psalms?