Bidding us wait in patience till our work on earth is done.
Then shall we join them in that higher life,
Where all which now seems full of deep, deep, mystery,
Shall be unfolded to our view; and we shall see
That all the discipline of our earth life was needed,
To fit our souls for knowledge infinitely greater, and far more glorious
Than mortal mind can e’er attain.
CLOVER BLOSSOMS.
Pretty little clover, with your flowers so fair,
Filling with their sweetness all the summer air;