Thy plan is best, though it may not agree With my conceptions of my needs and rights, And faith may fail to scale its azure heights; Yet still I trust, and leave my cause with Thee. ...
My pansy pets are sleeping well Beneath their quilt of snow; How they can breathe I cannot tell, Nor how their rootlets grow; But soon the snow will melt away And April showers descend;...
My sweet primrose with thy open face, And with fringe-like leaves, without a trace Of coarseness, either in flower or stem, Among all my plants thou art the gem.
Brave soul, 'twere well if all the same would say, And artists aim their patron's wish t'obey. What signifies a wart, or e'en a scar? Leave both, skilled hand, and paint us as we are....
An artist skilled beyond the sons of men With pleasure scanned the pictures on the wall, Rare works of art, each one pronounced a gem, The product of his hand, both great and small;...