The Poetical Works of Jonathan E. Hoag/The Potency of a Flower
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The Potency of a Flower
Thou little queen, superb in ripening fields!
That with frail petals cam'st at early morn;
An incense sweet thine open fragrance yields;
And in the dusky night a flower is born.
That with frail petals cam'st at early morn;
An incense sweet thine open fragrance yields;
And in the dusky night a flower is born.
Whence cam'st thou, O my little fairy queen?
Was it in friendship or abiding love?
What hand was it that led thee to be seen?
"'Twas love that beckoned me from realms above!"
Was it in friendship or abiding love?
What hand was it that led thee to be seen?
"'Twas love that beckoned me from realms above!"
No prairie-rose from far Dakota's plains;
No evening breeze from fields of tasseled corn;
No fragrances from clover-laden lanes—
Preceded thee our cottage to adorn.
No evening breeze from fields of tasseled corn;
No fragrances from clover-laden lanes—
Preceded thee our cottage to adorn.
Let me but live amidst the birds and flowers,
Where Nature sings from early morn to eve;
Where friendship basks in silent, sunny bowers,
And the deft hand can soothe those hearts that grieve.
Where Nature sings from early morn to eve;
Where friendship basks in silent, sunny bowers,
And the deft hand can soothe those hearts that grieve.
December 15, 1921