Snowdrops and Aconites
Silver and gold! The snowdrop white
And yellow blossomed aconite,
Waking from Winter’s slumber cold,
Their hoarded treasures now unfold,
And scatter them to left and right.
Ah, with how much more rare delight
Upon my sense their colours smite
Than if my fingers were to hold
Silver and gold.
They bear the superscription bright
Of the great King of love and might,
Who stamped such beauty there of old
That men might learn, as ages rolled,
To trust in God, nor worship quite
Silver and gold.
Rev. Richard Wilton, M.A.