RED GERANIUMS
Life did not give me silken gowns,
nor jewels for my hair,
nor signs of gabled foreign towns
In distant countries fair,
But I can glimpse, beyond my pane, a green and friendly hill
and red geraniums aflame upon my window sill.
The brambled cares of everyday
The tiny humdrum things
May bind my feet when they would stray,
But still, my heart has wings.
While red geraniums are bloomed against my window glass,
and low above my green-sweet hill the gypsy wind-clouds pass.
And if my dreamings ne'er come true
The brightest and the best,
But leave me lone my journey through,
I'll set my heart at rest.
And thank God for home-sweet things,a green and friendly hill;
and red geraniums aflame, upon my window sill.
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