My Secret Delight.

Of all the places I would be My glasshouse is the place for me. Immersed in life of plants around A richer lady can't be found. I contemplate the tiny growth Of alpine leaf, and I am loth To leave my little secret bower Where all the world is in a flower. I'm not afraid to own I talk To every little stem and stalk. And, not surprising, day by day They all respond in awesome way, By swell and thrust, - and suddenly Explode their inner power to me. What majesty in this place dwells. What pulsing force in verdant cells. If God our Father's proud at all, His pride's in plants both large and small. And if we're wise we'll stop and to look Yet closer still at Nature's Book.