Jack in the pulpit
Preaches today,
Under the green trees
Just over the way.
Squirrel and song-sparrow,
High on their perch,
Hear the sweet lily-bells
Ringing to church.
Come hear what his reverence
Rises to say
In his low, painted pulpit
This calm Sabbath day.
Meek-faced anemones,
Drooping and sad;
Great yellow violets,
Smiling out glad;
Buttercups’ faces,
Beaming and bright;
Clovers with bonnets,
Some red and some white;
Daisies, their white fingers
Half-clasped in prayer;
Dandelions, proud of
The gold of their hair;
Innocents, children
Guileless and frail,
Meek little faces
Upturned and pale;
Wildwood geraniums,
All in their best,
Languidly leaning,
In purple gauze dressed —
All are assembled
This sweet Sabbath day
To hear what the priest
In his pulpit will say.
So much for the preacher;
The sermon comes next —
Shall we tell how he preached it
And where was his text?
Alas! like too many
Grown-up folks who play
At worship in churches
Man-builded today,
We heard not the preacher
Expound or discuss;
But we looked at the people
And they looked at us.
We saw all their dresses —
Their colors and shapes,
The trim of their bonnets;
The cut of their capes;
We heard the wind-organ,
The bee, and the bird,
But of Jack in the pulpit
We heard not a word!
( Clara Smith )
Clara Smith is not a well-known writer, but her poem, “Jack in the Pulpit,”is full of beauty. The rhythm is as pleasing as the picture is charming.
pulpit : a place at the front of the church where speeches are made
perch : a high place to sit and observe
Answer the following questions.
1) What time of year is described in this poem?
2) Who listens when Jack in the Pulpit preaches?
3) How does the poet make the flowers seem like people
4) Which flower do you think is the most beautifully described 5) Why are we not told about the sermon?
6) What was the congregation doing during the sermon?
7) What did they see and hear?