Poems (Prescott)/The Opening Flower

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THE OPENING FLOWER
It grew, by hope and care attended,From winter winds and frosts defended  While baby made a heaven on earth. The season long it still delayed To burst in bloom, as though afraid  Of perishing at birth.
One morn, when April skies were weeping Above our baby's peaceful sleeping,  A flower, at early light. Blossomed, we thought, to typify Our darling's morning, gloriously  Breaking beyond our sight.
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