Poems (Curwen)/Honeyed Words

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Honeyed Words.
A WONDROUS PLANT.
There is a plant, a little plant,  That blooms the wide world o'er, You'll find it in the palace, and  The cottage of the poor.
At joy's approach its glossy leaves  Assume a brighter hue; But when amid the funeral flowers  They exhale tears like dew.
A leaf placed in the mourner's hand  Assuages bitterest grief; And when applied to hearts that ache,  The sufferer finds relief.
Whence came this wondrous plant?  Methinks it came first from above; That 'tis an offshoot from some tree  In God's great garden, Love.
And when the Son of God came down,  To suffer and to die, He brought with him this tender plant,  Which we call Sympathy.
Plant it in thy soul's garden then,  If thou would'st truly be A follower of Him who taught  Both Love and Charity.
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