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Tuesday, February 1, 2011


Surely the flowers of a hundred springs
Are simply the souls of beautiful things!

The poppies aflame with gold and red
Were the kisses of lovers in days that are fled.

The purple pansies with dew-drops pearled
Were the rainbow dreams of a youngling world.

The lily, white as a star apart,
Was the first pure prayer of a virgin heart.

The daisies that dance and twinkle so
Were the laughter of children in long ago.

The sweetness of all true friendship yet
Lives in the breath of the mignonette.

To the white narcissus there must belong
The very delight of a maiden's song.

And the rose, all flowers of the earth above,
Was a perfect, rapturous thought of love.

Oh! surely the blossoms of all the springs
Must be the souls of beautiful things.

~Lucy Maud Montgomery

This is one of my favorite poems. I have kept a small piece of paper with this poem on it tucked into my Bible for several years. It serves as a reminder to me that if I look hard enough, I can find a wealth of beauty in this world
Lucy Maud Montgomery's writing, first through the Emily trilogy, then the Anne series, the Pat books, multiple short stories and poems, etc., intoduced me to her wonderful knack of seeing the world through the eyes of a wonder-struck child, of finding beauty all around her, of being courageous enough to write these thoughts and to develop these characters. Read my earlier post all about this amazing author here: The Alpine Path: Lucy Maud Montgomery

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