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GOOD UNAPPRECIATED.
 
"For he shall be like the heath in the desert, and shall not see when good cometh."—Jer. xvii. 6.
A DRY and scentless plant—yet clings to life,
Its wiry stem fast clasps the arid soil;
Harsh storms may rock, and rains may vie in strife,
To bare the roots, while biting frosts despoil.
E'en sun and dripping shower it will resist,
Nor hear the vernal whisper 'mong the leaves;
All this, and yet the heath is still un-blest,
"Nor sees the good that cometh" to the sheaves.
So there are souls that never seem to see
"The good that cometh," till that good is gone.
The angel stood perchance too near to thee,
Nor did'st thou miss her till her wings had flown;
Like desert heath too blind thou wert to see
The "good" thine angel would have brought to thee.