Classic Poem

Flower in the forest hidden,
Thou that dwellest all unknown,
Thee I sing, that here unbidden
Comest from a kindlier zone.

Where no light thy petal staineth
To a tint of blue or gold,
In the grass thy head remaineth,
Rivalling not thy sisters bold.

Sunbeam may caress thee never,
Yet a sacred fire is thine,
And unseen there bloometh ever
In thy soul a flower divine.

Life, ah! what is life but sadness?
Sweetly thou dost breathe thy prayer.
Be thou glad! To give out gladness
More avails than to be fair.