Flowers, and Flowers.
Beautiful flowers,
In feathery bowers,
Filling the air with a silent perfume;
Sweet garden of roses,
Your beauty discloses
A charm to subdue the soul's sadness and gloom.
From rich parterre,
Or where city air,
Though dank and noisome, hath left you living,
Ye come together
In the summer weather,
To praise His name who is ever giving.
Oh, the joy and grace
That enrich the place
Where your manifold tints and odors are spread!
Bewitching and rare,
Ye make the land fair
As the Garden of Eden long mourned as dead.
Beautiful girls!
England's fair pearls,
Whose hands are lilies, whose cheeks are roses,
These upturned faces
Of flower-graces
Are uttering sounds as their life disposes.
They lead you through
Yon sunny blue,
A link 'twixt earth and the angel-powers,
And seem to say,
Singing day by day,
"God make you blossom and bloom like the flowers."
