Grass - The Language of Flowers

There are more than three hundred species of Grass.
Some have very pretty flowers.

Submission.

I am resigned. Whate'er my fate may be,-
Or storms, or sunshine, to Thy will I bow;
And be the fruit that hangs on life's green tree
Or sweet, or bitter, it is welcome now.
All things are equal to the heart that bears
A faith un blenching through earth's thousand snares.
I am resigned. In holy hope and trust
I wait the coming of a brighter day;
And though but thorns, and rocks, and scorching dust,
Lie all along my melancholy way
Yet with a fervent heart and willing mind
I can look up and say, I am resigned!