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UNSEEN FLOWERS AND UNHEARD SONGS.
Ranging a lonely wood at dusk last nightI saw Spring-flowers spread out in dazzling sheets
Of white and gold, a galaxy of sweets,
With no one near to admire the lustrous sight.
Awake this morning when the first dim light
Of dawning day the wavering darkness meets,
A glorious burst of song my rapt ear greets,
A thousand throats in harmony unite,
While the world slept. But though unnoticed blowing
In unfrequented woods those Spring-flowers die,—
Though when men heed not music sweet is flowing,
Those songs God hears, those flowers attract His eye;
And when lone hearts with grateful love are glowing,
God sees that flower—that music mounts on high.
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