The Wind-Flower
Thou lookest up with meek confiding eye
Upon the clouded smile of April’s face,
Unharmed though Winter stands uncertain by
Eyeing with jealous glance each opening grace
Thou trustest wisely! in thy faith arrayed
More glorious thou than Israel’s wisest King;
Such faith was his whom men to death betrayed
As thine who hear’st the timid voice of Spring,
While other flowers still hide them from her call
Along the river’s brink and meadow bare.
Thee will I seek beside the stony wall,
And in thy trust with childlike heart would share,
O’erjoyed that in thy early leaves I find
A lesson taught by him who loved all human kind.
