O SPIRIT, why demand 
Of God a sign, 
When here, on every hand, 
From shrub and vine 
He beckons ? In a garden long ago 
He wal\ed, and wal\s again where tulips grow . 
Who loo\s for miracles 
Will find them here: 
Dianthus and bluebells, 
Snowdrops, appear 
More wonderful than water turned to wine, 
And hyacinths are happenings divine! 
When flares the fvre'weed 
Behold the Master, 
And let disciples heed 
The hardy aster; 
For in a moment when man thin\eth not 
The Lord of life comes to a garden plot. 
ROBERT NORWOOD. 
