Poems (Hoffman)/Rosebuds (Impatient children, we, who cannot wait)
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ROSEBUDS
Impatient children, we, who cannot wait
For time and sunbeams to unfold the buds,
We spoil His roses when we try to bloom
These plans of God's.
For time and sunbeams to unfold the buds,
We spoil His roses when we try to bloom
These plans of God's.
These perfect plans, all folded close and tight
From curious, prying eyes,
Waiting for God to say: "It shall be light,"
And give us sweet suprise;
From curious, prying eyes,
Waiting for God to say: "It shall be light,"
And give us sweet suprise;
For certain as the velvet buds unroll
To charm our eager gaze,
God shall unfold each sunbeam-painted scroll
Writ with His mysteries.
To charm our eager gaze,
God shall unfold each sunbeam-painted scroll
Writ with His mysteries.
Shall we make blighted and distorted things
(God's good work ruined by a human hand)
Of that which might become, we cannot think
How beautiful and grand?
(God's good work ruined by a human hand)
Of that which might become, we cannot think
How beautiful and grand?