THE PANSIES.
Our Father's lovely pansies
Look up, with tender grace;
And we would blossom like them,
A joy in every place.
Blooming, blooming everywhere,
Each of priceless worth,
So he bids us blossom
Over all the earth.
(All join in the last four lines, as before; then form in a circle, holding up their bouquets in a compact mass, like a wreath, or crown, and give the last verse in concert.)
We are all our Father's flowers,
Blooming in His bowers,
And we want to blossom
In valley, plain, or meadow,
In sunshine, storm, or shadow,
Just as sweetly still,
And do our Father's will.
(Then let them quickly form a procession, and march around the platform, or down the aisle, or in any direction in which they are to make their exit, scattering roses, lilies, daisies and pansies from their bouquets as they march, singing the refrain:)
Blooming, blooming everywhere,
Each of priceless worth,
So He bids us blossom
Over all the earth.
(The refrain can be repeated as many times as it is necessary, in passing out; any simple tune which the children know, can be used in singing it.)
Mrs. C. E. Fisher.
