Poems (Hoffman)/Subtle Influence

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SUBTLE INFLUENCE
The flower that lifts its head at mornOf all its newborn grace unshornBreathes out unconscious, though it provesAn odor to despise or love;Nor is its breath unruled by laws,A useless myth without a cause;The sap concealed by Nature's artsSupplies the odor it imparts,The juices with its nature blentMake up its sweet or noxious scent;Thus subtle influence wafts abroadA power for evil or for good,Unrealized its subtle might,Unrealized its endless flight;But none life's humblest field may share,And leave unchanged its atmosphere,While hidden forces shall controlThe subtle incense of the soul.
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