Upon those thorns bright roses flung.
Aye, and as Justice cursed the ground,
She stole behind, unheard, unseen—
And while the curses fell around,
She scattered seeds of joy between.
And thus, as evils sprung to light,
And spread, like weeds, their poisons wide,
Fresh healing plants came blooming bright,
And stood, to check them, side by side.
And now, though Eden blooms afar,