Flowers lift up their dewy heads,
And the shrill cock claps his wings,
And the merry lark upsprings.
“Child of Mary! Thou dost know
What of danger, joy, or woe
Shall to-day my portion be,
Let me meet it all in Thee.
“Fretful feeling, passion, pride,
Never did with Thee abide:
Make me watch myself to-day,