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 ( lorn:
The Corn all strong and stately
In its bearded bravery grew —
Gathered the gold for harvest
From earth and sun ami 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 gamer," 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!

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Ah, bonny Flower! it bloomed its best
Contented witb 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!