Flowers in a Sick Room
By Harold Goff
Glory of colour, sweetness, and beauty,
Bearers of peace and of comfort Divine;
Rare is the magic that’s borne on your fragrance,
Hope lives again in the gift that is thine.
Eyes that are tired grow bright at your splendour,
Hearts that are weary revive at your nod;
Softly you whisper of fields and old gardens,
Breathing a message of courage — from God.
(1925)
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