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My Pansy Pets
Joseph Horatio Chant


My pansy pets are sleeping well
Beneath their quilt of snow;
How they can breathe I cannot tell,
Nor how their rootlets grow;
But soon the snow will melt away
And April showers descend;
Then shall appear in colors gay
Each little pansy friend.

Of pride it may not show a trace;
Of lowly mind, alway;
But will not blush to show its face
All through the lifelong day:
Its fragrance other flowers surpass,
In form more stately, too.
But when you see my pets in mass,
Thank God they ever grew.

For though the human face may frown,
Or show a heart of guile,
My pansy pets as you look down
Will look at you and smile;
Nor will they murmur if you should
Pluck off their brightest bloom;
Their mission is to do us good,
And smile away our gloom.

This poem is in the public domain.



Joseph Horatio Chant (1837 – 1928) was born in England, but moved to Canada with his parents as a toddler. An ordained minister, Joseph’s poetry often celebrates the beauty of the natural world.




Post New Comment:
My grandmother had pansies in her yard! Thank you for this lovely memory!
Posted 12/15/2020 03:02 PM
Great poem!! Love pansies and their little 'doggie' faces! My aunt's name was Pansy. She died long ago from blood poisoning from mashing a pimple on her face, just before pencillin was available in the US.
Posted 12/06/2020 10:48 AM
Cathy’s Sister:
Seeing pansy plants always brings a smile to my heart.
Posted 12/06/2020 09:33 AM

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