Jessie B. Rittenhouse, ed. (1869–1948). The Second Book of Modern Verse. 1922.
The Flower of Mending
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When Snail would patch his house,
When moths have marred the overcoat
Of tender Mister Mouse,
To the sunlit blue-grass hills
Where the Flower of Mending yields the wax
And webs to help their ills.
They fall into a dream,
And when they wake the ragged robes
Are joined without a seam.
My heart is but a mouse,
My heart is but a haughty snail
In a little stony house.
Your voice a web to bind.
You were a Mending Flower to me
To cure my heart and mind.