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Wild Flowers.
Flowers, wild-wood flowers—
In a sheltered dell they grew:
I hurried along, and chanced to spy
This small star-flower, with its silver eye;
Then this blue daisy peeped up its head,
Sweetly this purple orchis spread,—
I gathered them all for you;
All these wild-wood flowers,
Sweet wild-wood flowers.
In a sheltered dell they grew:
I hurried along, and chanced to spy
This small star-flower, with its silver eye;
Then this blue daisy peeped up its head,
Sweetly this purple orchis spread,—
I gathered them all for you;
All these wild-wood flowers,
Sweet wild-wood flowers.
Flowers, lovely flowers—
In the garden we may see;
The rose is there, with her ruby lip,
Pinks, the honey-bee loves to sip,
Tulips, gay as a butterfly's wing,
Marygolds, rich as the crown of a king;
But none so fair to me,
As these wild-wood flowers,
Sweet wild-wood flowers.
In the garden we may see;
The rose is there, with her ruby lip,
Pinks, the honey-bee loves to sip,
Tulips, gay as a butterfly's wing,
Marygolds, rich as the crown of a king;
But none so fair to me,
As these wild-wood flowers,
Sweet wild-wood flowers.
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Flowers, wild-wood flowers—
Do they not tell of heaven
O, man may garnish his garden bowers,
But who hath tended these wild-wood flowers?
Is it not He who rules above,
Sending these tokens of his love
—God's own hand hath given
These sweet wild-wood flowers,
Sweet wild-wood flowers.
Do they not tell of heaven
O, man may garnish his garden bowers,
But who hath tended these wild-wood flowers?
Is it not He who rules above,
Sending these tokens of his love
—God's own hand hath given
These sweet wild-wood flowers,
Sweet wild-wood flowers.
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