"The de-sert shall re-joice, and blos-som as the rose."—ISAIAH XXXV. I.
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Be-hold the flow-ers of June! how fair And bright their buds ap-pear, As, open-ing to the sum-mer air, Our eyes and hearts they cheer! Who would have thought there could a-bound Such beau-ty and de-light Be-neath the cold and win-try ground That hid those flow-ers from sight? That pow-er which made and governs all— The might-y pow-er of God— A-lone could life and beau-ty call Out of the life-less sod. And He, who from the Win-ter's gloom Can Sum-mer thus dis-close, Shall one day make the de-sert bloom, And blos-som as the rose. |
