“Oh! I wish I could but see
How God’s finger touches you,
When your sides unclasp, and free,
Let your leaves and odors through.
“I would watch you all the night,
Nor in darkness be afraid,
Only once to see aright
How a beauteous flower is made.
“Now remember! I shall come
In the morning from my bed,
Here to find among you some
With your brightest colors spread!”
To his buds he hastened out,
At the dewy morning hour,
Crying, with a joyous shout,
“God has made of each a flower!”
Precious must the ready faith
Of the little children be,
In the sight of Him, who saith,
“Suffer them to come to me.”
Answered, by the smile of heaven,
Is the infant’s offering found,
Though “a cup of water given,”
Even to the thirsty ground.
[PATTY PROUD.]
The figure before you is Miss Patty Proud:
Her feelings are lowery, her frown like a cloud;
Because proud Miss Patty can hardly endure
To come near the lowly abode of the poor.