Classic Poem

When rising like a spirit from the dust,
Wherein the past has buried all its wrong,
A fragrant lily woos the morning song
Of winds that hold the sea's sweet breath in trust,
Does not that power whose love is pure and just
Give earth the sign that man has sought so long,
Saying that souls by noble thought made strong
Shall regnant be over all sin and lust?
We see the golden chalice where the bee
Gathers his harvest, and the parting rose
That vibrates with the melody of birds,
And pass them by, not thinking blooms so free
May hold with winds, and rain, and drifting snows,
A legend rich with love's most precious words.