DAY after day, <br />As I have wandered thro' the fields of life— <br />Gay, happy fields, bright with the sun and sky— <br /> Flower after flower <br /> Has bloomed beside my path; <br />5 <br />And I have gathered them, a long-loved handful, <br /> Which I offer now <br />To the unpitying, cruel-laughing world. <br /> And some are gay, <br />Sparkling with joy and the bright sun of hope; <br />10 <br /> And some are sad, <br />Dipped in the crimson of the setting sun, <br />Or blasted by the cold of winter winds; <br /> Buy all the roots <br />Are down, far down, within the spirit's depths, <br />15 <br />Amid the voiceless shadows of the soul, <br /> And each has sprung <br />From the warm life-blood throbbing in my heart<br /><br />Frederick George Scott<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/inscription-10/
