Ah! that so slight a thing should mean so much. AT MIAMI AT MIAMI Here, where the proud hibiscus blooms in flame, Where swaying palms nod lightly to the sea, Where each azalea towers—a stately tree— And orange blossoms charm, today I came Upon a little flower unknown to fame, Half hid in the scant sward, white as this shell From yonder beach, and I can hardly tell What drew me to it, murmuring its name. "Bred in cool meadows, vagrant from the North, Fair Dewberry, what art thou doing here? Or chance, or purpose started thee to roam? And yet whatever power sent thee forth, Still it is thine to call the sudden tear, To stir the trembling heart with thoughts of home." Where swaying palms nod lightly to the sea, Where each azalea towers—a stately tree— Half hid in the scant sward, white as this shell From yonder beach, and I can hardly tell Fair Dewberry, what art thou doing here? Or chance, or purpose started thee to roam? Still it is thine to call the sudden tear, To stir the trembling heart with thoughts of home." [21] [21] WHICH WHICH Who then is rich, who poor? I'll tell you now Of one, a meagre life who had to live, Wear dingy garb, and scarcely could allow Himself what men call comfort; yet to give Was his delight,—to give full-heartedly. Though Fate had hampered him, he always knew Some one still poorer. In humility He thus gave hope to him who had small view Of happier things;—solace to him who wept;— And to the beaten courage to endure. He shared his little with the starved, and kept His best for those who needed most. Though poor, By giving he grew richer
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