Welcome children of the Spring, <br />In your garbs of green and gold, <br />Lifting up your sun-crowned heads <br />On the verdant plain and wold. <br /> <br />As a bright and joyous troop <br />From the breast of earth ye came <br />Fair and lovely are your cheeks, <br />With sun-kisses all aflame. <br /> <br />In the dusty streets and lanes, <br />Where the lowly children play, <br />There as gentle friends ye smile, <br />Making brighter life's highway <br /> <br />Dewdrops and the morning sun, <br />Weave your garments fair and bright, <br />And we welcome you to-day <br />As the children of the light. <br /> <br />Children of the earth and sun. <br />We are slow to understand <br />All the richness of the gifts <br />Flowing from our Father's hand. <br /> <br />Were our vision clearer far, <br />In this sin-dimmed world of ours, <br />Would we not more thankful be <br />For the love that sends us flowers? <br /> <br />Welcome, early visitants, <br />With your sun-crowned golden hair, <br />With your message to our hearts <br />Of our Father's loving care.<br /><br />Frances Ellen Watkins Harper<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/dandelions-2/
