Pansies By Henry Beer (Poem)

 

Pansies

By Henry Beer

Pansies are a simple theme.

Though they're commonplace,

You can read a message there

On each smiling face.

Pansy blooms of bright array,

Growing near the walk,

Have a language all their own,

For they seem to talk.

Master hands have painted them,

Gorgeous tints we see:

There are no conflicting shades -

All is harmony.

Artists often stand at loss

Colors to combine,

Here you'll see a perfect work

Made by hands divine.

Brown, maroon, and indigo,

Yellow, white, and blue,

These and intermediate shades

Are displayed for you.

Seems to me such loveliness

Does God's goodness prove;

And His bounteous, gracious hand

Manifests His love.

The very works the Father made

Glorify His name

Should not we with grateful hearts

Also do the same?

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