Graphic from the book for the top of odd-numbered pages

The Sensitive Brier.


When sweetly breathed the budded rose
     In new-made majesty and grace,
     Did not the Master for s space
A holy stillness interpose,__
     Forbidding any wind to brush
Her clasping petals ? . . . Ere they stirred
While yet her whispered name, half-heard,
     Sank silenced in that heavenly hush,
Did He not turn to fashion thee,
O, babe-like flower! and smile to see,__
Deep musing on the Christ to be?

Pales in thy woof the rainbow's red;
     Her gold adorns the raveled veils
     Where-through thy blessed breath exhales;
Her lucid dews are on thee shed.
     So sweet! so sweet!__The beds of spice
Whereon our fair, first mother slept,
No daintier drops of honey kept
     To feed the bees of paradise.
Lo, where thy shrinking leaves retreat
At coming of the sinner's feet!
Yet will thy soft forgiving greet.

Ah, if the Lowly One might pass
     And yonder blowing roses all
     Their fragrant loveliness let fall
To cushion smooth the thickening grass,
     How would I haste thyself to choose
From all the pure and lifting high
These most abundant blossoms, sigh:
     "Thou who eanst virtue give nor lose,
     With whom the burdened ones find rest,-
         The while I touch thy seamless vest,
Gaze but on these and I am blest!"
*A procumbent perennial, American genus
Schrankia, found on the roiling prairies of Kansas
and other south-eastern states. Because of the ex-
ceeding loveliness and unsurpassable fragrance of its
flowers, it is popularly known as The Sensitive

__Amanda T. Jones.

Sunflowers, A Book of Kansas Poems
Selected by Willard Wattles
(Chicago: A. C. McClurg. 1916)
Page 165
September 29, 2002 / John & Susan Howell / Wichita, Kansas /

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