The Recompense of Fate
I saw a gardner plant a lilac tree
Beside his modest cottage, and for years
Returning, saw it grow, but ne'er a bloom
Appeared to pay him for his cares.
But in the after days when he was gone
And daisies grew where he was laid away,
The lilac bloomed, and through the long spring morn,
Blessed cot and garden with its purple spray.
