Out of Youth's bright land wiI1 burst
Tender leaves of life at first;
Later, cometh fruit. and bloom,
Richest hue and best perfume:
Scarlets hot, from passion lent,
Azures soft, froth deep content,
Yellows gay, from Envy's star,
Royal purples, won in war,
Darkest sacramental wine
Spilled betwixt the thorn and vine;
Every leaf like missal rare
Gilt or dyed by grief or care.
Once we paint the life leaves o'er,
Sybil-like we ope the door;
Scatter wide and fling them high,
Richest woof and rarest, dye.
Brightest gold will surely show
Breath of furnace heat below.
Who wil1 count the life we bring
To color deep the wreath we fling?
Who shall know.the depths of woe
Tingeing all the leaves we throw?
Who will care that thorns we pressed
Gave that rosy leaf its best?