The rays of heaven, the pulse of earth,
Have brought the humble herb to birth;
Its deep'ning roots in mould will cling,
To bring its blossom to the spring,
A little rain, a little sun,
So is the wond'rous task begun,
By God designed for Man, to be,
From pain, disease and hunger free,
In every leaf a healing balm,
In every flow'r a happy charm,
A natural blend of stars and dust,
Pervading all implicit trust,
Could we but only live and trust like this,
To mortal life would come immortal bliss.James Hewlett Parsons<
