“Whoso careth for the flowers
Will care much more for them.”
To such the stars, those flowers of heaven, are not bright revelations of the Deity who sustains and directs them in their courses.
“For ever singing as they shine,
The hand that made us is divine.”
To such the whispering gales, the rustling boughs, the humming insects, the singing rills, and the warbling birds, speak not of an ever watchful, ever wakeful Power, to which in every emergency the prayerful soul may turn. Calm and soothing as is doubtless the influence of nature, upon the troubled souls of all who submit themselves to her gentle teachings, yet with how much greater satisfaction and delight must those contemplate her beauties and share her calm enjoyments, who see in her various changes and aspects but so many revelations of Almighty love, and read in her fair lineaments the wondrous story of redeeming grace.
“Alas! that mankind sees Him not,—the Great
And Everlasting Framer of all worlds;
Who paints himself upon the leaves of flowers,