HARVEST AND COLOUR 



Behold the tiny flower rooted in the narrow crevice, 

 see the wondrous protecting hairs that clothe its leaf, 

 the structure of 

 its pollen grains, 

 the sculpturing 

 of the seed ; 

 Nature has not 

 slurred her task 

 nor cut her pat- 

 terns wrongly ; 

 look where you 

 will o'er all the 

 earth each niche 

 is filled and fitted, 

 the fitting like 

 the skin upon the 

 hand. 



CUTTING 'A ROAD' FOR T1IE MACHINE 



Delve from her bosom store of inorganic wealth, 

 and look with wonder on the beauty of the crystals, 

 of her metals and her salts, their sparkling colours, 

 endowed with properties (when and why we cannot 

 tell) to serve the use of man. 



Still there is no flaw, beauty of form is every- 



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