The flower that is the human face

Is fairest of all flowers to me,

For in its features I can trace

An aspect of divinity.

Here in this brow I sense the height

And subtlety and strength of thought;

As still as stars in pools of night

Compassion in these eyes is caught.

This mouth so ripe with rosebud words

Of truth and love has power in it

To make a music more than birds

Profoundly sweet and delicate.

What petaled beauty can compare

To the flower that is a human child?

The human flower of God is fair

Beyond all flowers that fill the wild.

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