Is not this flower a miracle of red,
font: Felix Titling
textures and effects by Remember Remember
See more in my Begonia set Begonia
Robert Henry Forster
Begonias
Some say the age of miracles hath fled,
But surely it continues now and here.
How else could such magnificence appeal
From those brown lumps that seemed so dull and dead?
Is not this flower a miracle of red,
And this of pink, and this of yellow clear,
And this of white that hath no cause to fear
The whitest cloud that wanders overhead?
Yellow and pink and scarlet all ablaze!
Surely this splendour is of God's design,
Who would not have us cheerlessly repine
Over the drab of ordinary days,
But gives us colour, which no less than wine
Gladdens our spirits. Unto Him be praise!
Is not this flower a miracle of red,
font: Felix Titling
textures and effects by Remember Remember
See more in my Begonia set Begonia
Robert Henry Forster
Begonias
Some say the age of miracles hath fled,
But surely it continues now and here.
How else could such magnificence appeal
From those brown lumps that seemed so dull and dead?
Is not this flower a miracle of red,
And this of pink, and this of yellow clear,
And this of white that hath no cause to fear
The whitest cloud that wanders overhead?
Yellow and pink and scarlet all ablaze!
Surely this splendour is of God's design,
Who would not have us cheerlessly repine
Over the drab of ordinary days,
But gives us colour, which no less than wine
Gladdens our spirits. Unto Him be praise!