The Weed

A weed is but an unloved flower!
Go dig, and prune, and guide, and wait,
Until it learns its high estate,
And glorifies some bower.
A weed is but an unloved flower!

All sin is virtue unevolved,
Release the angel from the clod -
Go love thy brother up to God.
Behold each problem solved.
All sin is virtue unevolved.