| Alfred H. Miles, ed. The Sacred Poets of the Nineteenth Century. 1907. | | | The Prisoner of Love (1904). III. The Resurrection of the Flowers | | By Frederick William Orde Ward (18431922) |
| | | | He feedeth among the lilies. |
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| THE SEED was sown, perhaps in tears, | |
| And then the miracle appears | |
| Where once was only desert dearth; | |
| And from a hidden realm and root | |
| Leaps into life the tender shoot, | 5 |
| Out of its chambers in the earth; | |
| It gathers grace of light and air, | |
| And laughs to find itself so fair. | |
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| Ah, it may have a vision sweet, | |
| Unmarked by us, of Holy Feet | 10 |
| Which are for ever passing by; | |
| And washing these in dainty dew, | |
| With kisses, it may thus renew | |
| Its glories at eternity; | |
| For when they break the scentless sod, | 15 |
| The flowers reflect the Face of God. | |
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| Each is a little word or line | |
| Of the great Mystery Divine, | |
| Each has a lesson in its look: | |
| The varying hue, the virgin green, | 20 |
| To humble hearts that spell between | |
| Are Revelations open book; | |
| And still the Spirit moves in might, | |
| For those that have the secret sight. | | | |
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