Red Geraniums
by Martha Haskell Clark

Life did not bring me silken gowns,

Nor jewels for my hair,

Nor signs of gabled foreign towns

In distant countries fair,

But I can glimpse,

beyond my pane,

a green and friendly hill,

And red geraniums aflame upon my window sill

The brambled cares of everyday,

The tiny humdrum things,

May bind my feet when they would stray,

But still my heart had wings

While red geraniums are bloomed

against my window glass,

And low above my green-sweet hill

the gypsy wind-clouds pass.

And if my dreamings n'er come true,

The brightest and the best,

But leave me lone my journey through,

I'll set my heart at rest,

And thank God for home-sweet things,

a green and friendly hill,

And red geraniums aflame

upon my window sill.