Type into the gaps to complete the poem. To reset the game, click on the "Reset Game" button located below the poem. This will clear all the words you've placed in the blanks, and resetting the poem to its original state with empty blanks. If you prefer to drag and drop words, click the Drag & Drop button below. You can also print out the poem for use in the classroom.
Flowers preach to us if we will hear:--
The saith in the dewy morn,
I am most fair;
all my loveliness is born
Upon a thorn.
The saith amid the corn:
Let but my scarlet head
And I am held in scorn;
Yet juice of virtue lies
Within my cup of curious dyes.
The say: Behold how we
Preach without words of purity.
violets whisper from the shade
Which their own leaves made:
Men scent our fragrance on the air,
Yet no heed
Of humble lessons we would read.
But alone the fairest flowers:
The merest grass
Along the where we pass,
Lichen and moss and sturdy weed,
of His love who sends the dew,
The rain sunshine too,
To nourish one small seed.