- piece of gold had left my purse, Which I had guarded ill;
- feared a lack, but feared yet worse Regret returning still.
- lifted up my feeble prayer To him who maketh strong,
That thence no haunting thoughts of care
Might do my spirit wrong.
And even before my body slept,
Such visions fair I had,
That seldom soul with chamber swept
Was more serenely glad.
No white-robed angel floated by
On slow, reposing wings;
- only saw, with inward eye, Some very common things.
First rose the scarlet pimpernel
With burning purple heart;
- saw within it, and could spell The lesson of its art.
Then came the primrose, child-like flower,
And looked me in the face;
It bore a message full of power,
And confidence, and grace.
And breezes rose on pastures trim
And bathed me all about;
Wool-muffled sheep-bells babbled dim,
Or only half spoke out.
Sudden it closed, some door of heaven,
But what came out remained:
The poorest man my loss had given
For that which I had gained!
Thou gav'st me, Lord, a brimming cup
Where I bemoaned a sip;
How easily thou didst make up For that my fault let slip!
What said the flowers? what message new
Embalmed my soul with rest?
- scarce can tell--only they grew Right out of God's own breast.
They said, to every flower he made
God's thought was root and stem--
Perhaps said what the lilies said
When Jesus looked at them.