Life is a firmly folded flower
That holds God's secrets, one and all,
We delve into its mystic bower
In vernal spring, in chilly fall—
And in unfolding leaf by leaf,
The bloom of life falls sweet and brief.
Our earth-dulled senses scarce may know
The radiant beauty of its bloom,
For swift its beauties from us blow
As time speeds on from morn till noon—
And noon gives way to mystic night
Ere we have learned life's meaning quite.