Classic Poem

I found far culled from fragrant field and grove
Each flower that makes our Spring a welcome guest,
In one sweet bond of brotherhood inwove
An ozier band their leafy stalks compressed;
A stranger's hand had made their bloom my own,
And fresh their fragrance rested on the air,
His gift was mine — but he who gave unknown,
And my heart sorrowed though the flowers were fair:
Now oft I grieve to meet them on the lawn,
Scattered along the path I love to go,
By One who on their petals paints the dawn,
And gilt with sunset splendors bids them glow,
For I ne'er asked " who steeps them in perfume?"
Nor anxious sought His love who crowns them all with bloom!