The flower that is the human face
Is fairest of all flowers to me,
For in its features I can trace
An aspect of divinity.
Here in this brow I sense the height
And subtlety and strength of thought;
As still as stars in pools of night
Compassion in these eyes is caught.
This mouth so ripe with rosebud words
Of truth and love has power in it
To make a music more than birds
Profoundly sweet and delicate.
What petaled beauty can compare
To the flower that is a human child?
The human flower of God is fair
Beyond all flowers that fill the wild.