 | In memory of W. V.: William Canton |  |
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FROM FLOWER TO FLOWER
When morning comes with golden air,
Before the garden shadows wane,
Her tenderness delights to bear
From flower to flower the gift of rain.
Before the garden shadows wane,
Her tenderness delights to bear
From flower to flower the gift of rain.
And God, who gives in gracious wise,
Her own sweet gift on her bestows;
Joy flowers, like speedwells, in her eyes,
And in her heart love, like a rose.
Her own sweet gift on her bestows;
Joy flowers, like speedwells, in her eyes,
And in her heart love, like a rose.
| In memory of W. V.: William Canton | |