




7 ATR TE wrt 
THE POETRY OF Fu0% 
Nor doth it need the lotus flower 
To make the river flow 
The clouds might give abundant ram, 
The nightly dews might fall, 
And the herb that keepeth life in man 
Might yet have drunk them all. 
Then, wherefore, wherefore were they mage 
All dyed with rainbow light ; 
All fashion’d with supremest grace, 
Up-springing day and night ; 
Springing in valleys green and low, 
And on the mountains high, 
And in the silent wilderness, 
Where no man passes by ? 
Our outward life requires them not=« 
Then wherefore had they birth ? 
To minister delight to man, 
To beautify the earth ; 
To comfort man—to whisper hope 
‘hene’er his faith is dim ; 
Fer who so careth for the flower 
Will much more care for bir} 

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