WHAT IS THIS WISDOM


Remaining staunchly there in shriveled earth,
The canna stood serene, refreshed by dew
That silently, each cooling night anew
Spread living gems to sparkle in their mirth.
Beneath, the bulb lay proving well its birth--
A shower passed, the funnel leaves caught true--
The plant awoke with life and beauty too.
And not a drop was wasted of the worth!

The bud refrained from coming into bloom,
As though it waited for the lusty rain,
With low leaves dried and drooping to the ground.
What is this wisdom in all nature's room
That fights to live and grow, and not in vain,
But God, whose strength in all things may be found.




SOLDIER TRAINS


Hear the rumbling of the trains,