The Weed

By Ella Wheeler Wilcox

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.