Poems (Rice)/To S. C.
TO S. C.
HOW beautiful, how beautiful Is every scene to-day! How beautiful are all His works In this fair month of May! While blossoms blush on hill and plain, And song-birds sing their sweet refrain, I'd on thine altar lay
A gift. O, may it bear a charm, A cure for every ill! Thy Saviour poured the precious balm Which these pure leaves distill; Twill satisfy thy longing heart, A holy influence impart, And all desires fulfill.