Poems (Rice)/To S. C.

by Maria Theresa Rice

TO S. C.

HOW beautiful, how beautiful
 Is every scene to-day!
How beautiful are all His works
 In this fair month of May!
While blossoms blush on hill and plain,
And song-birds sing their sweet refrain,
 I'd on thine altar lay

A gift. O, may it bear a charm,
 A cure for every ill!
Thy Saviour poured the precious balm
 Which these pure leaves distill;
Twill satisfy thy longing heart,
A holy influence impart,
 And all desires fulfill.