The virtuous flower lives out its right design
It envies none and does not wish for more
Is faithful to its truth and love combined
No human sees its heart or draws the lines
Of grace and beauty, honour at its core
The virtuous flower lives out its right design
To its end, it’s patiently resigned
Fertilised by bees with their taut care
Is faithful to its truth and love combined
But how should we live with our human signs
The ruminating thought, the anguish bare?
The virtuous flower lives out its true design
Jesus praised the lilies living wild
We must strip ourselves of heavy ware
Be faithful to our truth, our love refine.
Do not fear the tiger,loss ignore
Live most fully till you are no more
The virtuous man lives out his right design
Is faithful to his truth, the world,his mind.
How my heart sings 