A Dandelion

On one wan, wintry day I found on the sonth side of the tower a dandelion - a little bit of God's sunshine, only a dandelion - "a nawsty weed," as an English womau once told me. "Nawsty weed!" Why, the very heart of the sunlight is gathered into its golrten petals. Do you wonder that I kissed the little flower nestling at the tower's base that mitlwinter day as I stopped anó plucked it for my boutonuiere? Perfect of its kind, as all God's works. What he begins he finishes. Did you ever see anything of his' making unfinished? The leaf of the rose, the sting of the bee, the bird's feather - each is complete, tect. -