PERFECTION
Every petal on the rose
Makes of it a perfect flower;
Every little stream that flows
Swells the lake, or ocean's power.
Every leaf upon the tree
Makes for us the summer shade;
Tiny though the leaf may be,
Deeper is the shadow made.
At the moment of his birth,
Baby then has formed a part
Of his family on this earth,—
Takes his place within the heart.
Every note upon the scale
Forms the music that we hear,
Nor an artist dare to fail
Strike that note upon the ear.
And the race of human kind,
Brothers with a human heart,
Family in a human mind,
Each one has a human part.
Thus a perfect flower make
A protective shade to show,
Deeper ocean, or a lake,
Better family will we know.
All the notes upon the scale
Sounding out in joyous song,
No more discord—none shall rail,—
Harmony has healed the wrong.
Makes of it a perfect flower;
Every little stream that flows
Swells the lake, or ocean's power.
Every leaf upon the tree
Makes for us the summer shade;
Tiny though the leaf may be,
Deeper is the shadow made.
At the moment of his birth,
Baby then has formed a part
Of his family on this earth,—
Takes his place within the heart.
Every note upon the scale
Forms the music that we hear,
Nor an artist dare to fail
Strike that note upon the ear.
And the race of human kind,
Brothers with a human heart,
Family in a human mind,
Each one has a human part.
Thus a perfect flower make
A protective shade to show,
Deeper ocean, or a lake,
Better family will we know.
All the notes upon the scale
Sounding out in joyous song,
No more discord—none shall rail,—
Harmony has healed the wrong.
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