 | [Song of the flower angels, in] The Odd-Fellows' offering for 1851 |  |
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SONG OF THE FLOWER ANGELS.
We tend the flowers of every hue,
But love the red, and white, and blue—
Red, and white, and blue.
The red is Love's sweet blushing hue,
And white is fair as Faith to view,
And Truth is imaged in the blue—
Red, and white, and blue;
Where Faith is free, and Love is true,
We sow the red, and white, and blue.
But love the red, and white, and blue—
Red, and white, and blue.
The red is Love's sweet blushing hue,
And white is fair as Faith to view,
And Truth is imaged in the blue—
Red, and white, and blue;
Where Faith is free, and Love is true,
We sow the red, and white, and blue.
In Eastern Lands the seed we cast,
But thorns would choke or mildew blast,
Red, and white, and blue:
Sweet Love was lost in passion's fires—
From idol-worship Faith retires—
And Truth by despot's power expires,—
Red, and white, and blue,—
All faded, perished, where they grew—
The flowers of red, and white, and blue.
But thorns would choke or mildew blast,
Red, and white, and blue:
Sweet Love was lost in passion's fires—
From idol-worship Faith retires—
And Truth by despot's power expires,—
Red, and white, and blue,—
All faded, perished, where they grew—
The flowers of red, and white, and blue.
Then to the Western world we came,
And sowed the flowers of holy name,—
Red, and white, and blue.
Love, and Faith, and Truth were sown—
And oh, how strong the plants are grown!
And o'er the earth the flowers are strown,
Red, and white, and blue;
For Freedom, eagle-pinioned, flew
To bear the red, and white, and blue.
And sowed the flowers of holy name,—
Red, and white, and blue.
Love, and Faith, and Truth were sown—
And oh, how strong the plants are grown!
And o'er the earth the flowers are strown,
Red, and white, and blue;
For Freedom, eagle-pinioned, flew
To bear the red, and white, and blue.
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Now in a Banner, fair to see,
The hues are twined in trinity,
Red, and white, and blue:
The red and white, like flowers of light,
And stars, as seeds, the blue bedight;
And o'er the world this Banner bright—
Red, and white, and blue—
Shall have a guard of angels true,
Who love the red, and white, and blue.
The hues are twined in trinity,
Red, and white, and blue:
The red and white, like flowers of light,
And stars, as seeds, the blue bedight;
And o'er the world this Banner bright—
Red, and white, and blue—
Shall have a guard of angels true,
Who love the red, and white, and blue.
| [Song of the flower angels, in] The Odd-Fellows' offering for 1851 | |