Stamp your feet!
And shake off the dust of the windy street!
‘And I’ve seen a child for flowers come in,
With a winning smile and dimpled chin; [[107]]
And the gift evoked within each breast,
An elation sweet, as of the blest!
For that blossom bright was sure to bloom
In the dullest days of doubt and gloom;
While the fragrance hid within its heart;
Of the child was soon to grow a part!