Poems (Storrie)/A Query

by Agnes Louisa Storrie

A Query.

I sowed the desert with my tears,
 Some hidden good was in it,
For at my feet a garden sprang,
 Full-blossomed in a minute.

The great magnolia's creamy cups
 Poured forth their passion fumes,
And ruddily—above the grass—
 Shone tall carnation blooms.

A lily, with an eastern look,
 Lighted her silver flame,
And purely, like our better thoughts,
 White clover blossoms came.

So drear a place! so sad a rain!
 Yet such sweet harvest granted,
When seeds of beauty lie thus hid,
 Whose was the hand that planted?