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Flowers and Birds
Are flowers the very thoughts of God
Made visible to bless?
If so it be, O happy ye
Who such a faith confess,
As led by April blossom-crowned
Ye roam o'er vale and hill,
With every here a cowslip crowned,
And there a daffodil!
Made visible to bless?
If so it be, O happy ye
Who such a faith confess,
As led by April blossom-crowned
Ye roam o'er vale and hill,
With every here a cowslip crowned,
And there a daffodil!
Are the birds' songs but jets of joy
From the eternal Bliss?
If it be true, O happy few
With such a faith as this,
As thrilled by many a feathered throat
Ye roam o'er hills and vales,
With every now the cuckoo's note,
And then the nightingale's!
From the eternal Bliss?
If it be true, O happy few
With such a faith as this,
As thrilled by many a feathered throat
Ye roam o'er hills and vales,
With every now the cuckoo's note,
And then the nightingale's!
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