THE DAFFODILS NEVER FORGET. 309
Pale malachite shafts bearing up
Caskets brimming with daffodil gold.
Ah ! then I remembered it all :
It was there in November I laid Some titles to sunshine away
Folded promises sure to be paid j
And then had forgotten them all, Since crystalline snow-flowers white
Had hid the brown earth underneath,
Twixt darkness and dawning, one night
Forgot to look down by the door
When the blue-birds were carolling clear Forgot when the robins came nigh,
Looking over the nests of last year.
But all the time, softly and sure, The sunshine befriended the spot,
And though I forgot they were there, The daffodils never forgot.
And thus it seems helpful to know,
When our eyelids with weeping are wet,
And weary with waiting the while, God and daffodils never forget.
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