Classic Poem

From spot where such rich treasure wastes
fragrant spice must needs spring forth;
blossoms white and blue and red
shine there full sheer against the sun.
Flower and fruit shall know no flaw
where it down drave to earth's dark mould;
for from dead grain each blade must grow,
no wheat were else brought ever home
Each good from good is aye begun;
so seemly a seed can never fail;
ne'er fragrant spice shall cease to spring
from that precious Pearl without a spot.