O little bulb uncouth,
Ragged and rusty brown,
You have no dew of youth,
You have no crimson gown!
Plant me, and see
What I shall be-
God's fine surprise
Before your eyes!
O fuzzy ugliness,
Poor, helpless crawling worm,
Can any loveliness
Be in that sluggish form ?
Hide me, and see What I shall be-
God's bright surprise
Before your eyes.
A body quite worn out,
A crumbling house of clay-
Oh, agony of doubt
And darkness and dismay !
Trust God, and see
What I shall be-
His best surprise
Before your eyes!