Poems (Vadlan)/The Pure White Blossom
THE PURE WHITE BLOSSOM
It lay in the cold, dark earthTill its blanket had melted away:Then the sun shone bright,And it said, "All right,I'll just start growing to-day.—
It grew up into the air,Till its petals were plainly seen,Then the sunbeams played truly,And it said, "I will dulyPut forth my white flowers, that gleam."
It blossomed in early Spring-time,Till its fragrance was scattered around:Then, some one passed by,The white flow'ret did spy,Took it up from its home in the ground.
Dear little, lovely, white blossom,You lived not your life in vain;For you carried joy,To the heart of a boy,Whose cross was but one of pain.
Dear, little, beautiful gem,You healed with your magical cure:For the heart grew strong,Tho the way was long,And you made one life more pure.