One led me through a garden, wide and fair,
"Are not my roses beautiful?" she said;
And so I praised them, delicately bred,
And wisely tended with another's care.
I love nasturtiums best, with thready hearts,
And flamy petals brave as poverty
Decked out in hope, for in my memory
There is a picture, solaces and smarts --
A little barefoot girl, upon her knees,
Pondering nasturtiums by a ragged fence.
I hear again the childish confidence,
That whispered reverently. "God planted these!"
First published in The Sydney Morning Herald, 26 November 1932
Author: Ethel Davies (1897-??) was born in Oxfordshire, England and was a founding member of the Western Australia branch of the fellowship of Australian Writers in 1938. Other than this, nothing is known about the author.
Author reference site: Austlit
"Are not my roses beautiful?" she said;
And so I praised them, delicately bred,
And wisely tended with another's care.
I love nasturtiums best, with thready hearts,
And flamy petals brave as poverty
Decked out in hope, for in my memory
There is a picture, solaces and smarts --
A little barefoot girl, upon her knees,
Pondering nasturtiums by a ragged fence.
I hear again the childish confidence,
That whispered reverently. "God planted these!"
First published in The Sydney Morning Herald, 26 November 1932
Author: Ethel Davies (1897-??) was born in Oxfordshire, England and was a founding member of the Western Australia branch of the fellowship of Australian Writers in 1938. Other than this, nothing is known about the author.
Author reference site: Austlit
