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THE WILD-FLOWER.
A vagrant Wild-Flower sown by God,
Out in the waste was born;
It sprang up as a Corn-flower
In the golden fields of Corn:
The Corn all strong and stately
In its bearded bravery grew—
Gathered the gold for harvest
From earth and sun and dew;
And when it bowed the head,—as Wind
And Shadow ran their race,
Like influences from Heaven
Come to Earth, for playing place,—
It seemed to look down on the Flower
All in a smiling scorn,
“Poor thing! you grow no grain for food,
Or garner,” said the Corn.
Out in the waste was born;
It sprang up as a Corn-flower
In the golden fields of Corn:
The Corn all strong and stately
In its bearded bravery grew—
Gathered the gold for harvest
From earth and sun and dew;
And when it bowed the head,—as Wind
And Shadow ran their race,
Like influences from Heaven
Come to Earth, for playing place,—
It seemed to look down on the Flower
All in a smiling scorn,
“Poor thing! you grow no grain for food,
Or garner,” said the Corn.
The bonny Flower felt lonely,
Its look grew tearful-sad;
But there came a smile of sunshine
And its beauty grew so glad!
Ah, bonny Flower! it bloomed its best
Contented with its place;
A blessing fell upon it
As it looked up in Heaven's face;
And there they grew together
Till the Reapers white-winged came—
All their Sickles shining!
All their faces were a-flame;
The Corn they reaped for earthly use,
But an Angel fell in love
With that Wild Flower, and wore it
At the Harvest-Home above!
Its look grew tearful-sad;
But there came a smile of sunshine
And its beauty grew so glad!
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Contented with its place;
A blessing fell upon it
As it looked up in Heaven's face;
And there they grew together
Till the Reapers white-winged came—
All their Sickles shining!
All their faces were a-flame;
The Corn they reaped for earthly use,
But an Angel fell in love
With that Wild Flower, and wore it
At the Harvest-Home above!
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