FOR weeks we struggled with the summer drought
To save the lives of sundry scraps of green,
So small that they were hardly to be seen,
And scarce seemed worthy to be thought about.
Could such things blossom? Reason seemed to scout
The fond idea. Surely there hath been
Some magic here: each mite is now a queen,
Whose grace and beauty none shall dare to flout,
Tall stems and feathery foliage, crowned with flowers
Deep purple, lilac, white, or rosy pink,
Radiant as though the summer still were here;
A picture to remember in the hours
When seeming failure makes our spirits sink,
And it seems foolishness to persevere.
(Robert Henry Forster)
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