Poems (Storrie)/A Query
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A Query.
I sowed the desert with my tears, Some hidden good was in it, For at my feet a garden sprang, Full-blossomed in a minute.
The great magnolia's creamy cups Poured forth their passion fumes, And ruddily—above the grass— Shone tall carnation blooms.
A lily, with an eastern look, Lighted her silver flame, And purely, like our better thoughts, White clover blossoms came.
So drear a place! so sad a rain! Yet such sweet harvest granted, When seeds of beauty lie thus hid, Whose was the hand that planted?