There came a chorus from the vales and hills;

From plains and mountains, and the rippling rills.

Where’er a flower was growing, came a song,

So sweet it woke to praise a countless throng;

And these blest words I caught within my heart

To keep until from earthly walks I part.

“We flowers, all, have come to earth to tell

What every blessed angel knows so well:

That God is Love; and seek that love to show

Where’er a human foot can ever go.

He sent us forth in beauties numberless,

For every heart to welcome and caress,

And learn a little of that love divine

That seeks through leaf and flower and star, to shine.”