Lay for the Day 23rd
feast day of St Rose of Lima, the patron saint of gardeners. She was born
in 1586 and died in 1617, having lived a life of great austerity in a
hut in a garden. She was the first person in the Americas to be canonised.
You fructify me. I set the
That daily swells your praises. The moons swell,
Diminish and are swollen. The dull bell
Counts another day, cancels it to boot.
Another week: the sharp buds make to shoot,
And you dont come approvingly to tell
The total of my labour, whether well
I work to draw up sweetness from the root.
The branch aggrieved its
store is left to waste
Sheds round its foot the good mouths failed to taste
To feed the gentle and the gardener worm.
Your dextrousness put pollen to this style;
Dont let me yield decay whats due your guile,
But pluck now, while your harvests bloomed and firm.
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