Gre AD OW WU Sa Ol esis el INeCe eine Ni 
White Symphony 
IF 1 SHOULD LIVE AGAIN 
If God decreed that I should live again 
I'd seek not riches, prominence or wealth, 
But take from life its greatest Godly gain, 
That wondrous bliss of living with a flower. 
The ecstasies God’s gorgeous gems inspire, 
Eclipse material gain — mere slavery’s 
dower, 
And brings to being reverence men ac- 
quire, 
Who year on year live near and love the 
flower. 
“iin Poinsettia is pictured on our Cover. 
The blossom may not be of species rare, 
For in each humble buttercup we find 
Each petal does a Godly message bear, 
So matters not the color, scent or kind. 
So should God will that I would live anew, 
In flowered field I'd build my dwelling 
place. 
And not in midst of guile and greed I 
knew 
The first time thru—at best a futile race. 
Reprinted by Request. 
