  Illustrated B Beautiful flowers, In feathery bowers, Filling the air with a silent perfume; Sweet garden of roses, Your beauty discloses A charm to subdue the soul's sadness and gloom. From rich parterre, Or where city air, Though dank and noisome, hath left you living, Ye come together In the summer weather, To praise His name who is ever giving. Oh, the joy and grace That enrich the place Where your manifold tints and odors are spread! Bewitching and rare, Ye make the land fair As the Garden of Eden long mourned as dead. four women looking at arrangement of roses Beautiful girls! England's fair pearls, Whose hands are lilies, whose cheeks are roses, These upturned faces Of flower-graces Are uttering sounds as their life disposes. They lead you through Yon sunny blue, A link 'twixt earth and the angel-powers, And seem to say, Singing day by day, "God make you blossom and bloom like the flowers." decoration |
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