For the forest and the sky,
Where they caught their azure hue?

There is One who knows it all,--
To his loving arms I flee:
Oh, he hears my feeblest call,
And I know he pities me.

He ere long will take my hand
Saying tenderly, "Arise!"
He will lead me to the land
Where no blossom ever dies.




TO A DANDELION.


Blessings on thy sunny face,
In my heart thou hast a place,
Humble Dandelion!
Forms more lovely are around thee,
Purple violets surround thee,--
But I know thy honest heart
Never felt a moment's smart
At another's good or beauty,--
Ever at thy post of duty,
Smiling on the great and small,
Rich and poor, and wishing all