The Lily Of The Valley
There is not any weed but hath its shower, There is not any pool but hath its star; And black and muddy though the waters are We may not miss the glory of a flower, And winter moons will give them magic power To spin in cylinders of diamond spar; And everything hath beauty near and far, And keepeth close and waiteth on its hour! And I, when I encounter on my road A human soul that looketh black and grim, Shall I more ceremonious be than God? Shall I refuse to watch one hour with him Who once beside our deepest woe did bud A patient watching flower about the brim?
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"There is not any weed but hath its shower,..."
Exploring the themes of classic, George MacDonald delivers a powerful performance in "The Lily Of The Valley"... ### Why We Love This Line At Linespedia, we believe that poetry is the ultimate sanctuary for the soul...