The Wilding

Gardens of blossom in splendor,
Colors arranged as sown,
But none with beauty so rare
As the flower that stands alone.

Columbine and Indian Pipe,
Lady’s Slipper of pink and gold;
Untamed treasures of nature
Are a glory to behold.

Fragile pixie of the wood,
No bouquet meant to be;
Bewitching is your charm
As long as you are free.

You bloom and die in solitude
Beyond the touch of care.
Your shining was not wasted—
God surely put you there.

By C. David Hay

(Dr. C. David Hay is a member of St. Joseph University Parish in Terre Haute.) †

The Criterion