The Art of
Cicely Mary Barker
Though I'm poor to human eyes, Really I am rich and wise. Every tiny flower I shed Leaves a heart~shaped purse instead. In each purse is wealth indeed~ Every coin a living seed, Sow the seed upon the earth~ Living plants shall spring to birth. Silly people's purses hold Lifeless silver, clinking gold; But you cannot grow a pound From a farthing in the ground Money may become a curse: Give me then my Shepherd's Purse |