Flowers! when the Saviour's calm benignant eye <br />Fell on your gentle beauty; when from you <br />That heavenly lesson for all hearts He drew, <br />Eternal, universal, as the sky; <br />Then, in the bosom of your purity <br />A voice He set as in a temple-shrine, <br />That life's quick travellers ne'er might pass you by, <br />Unwarn'd of that sweet oracle divine. <br />And though too oft its low, celestial sound, <br />By the harsh notes of work-day care is drown'd, <br />And the loud steps of vain, unlistening haste; <br />Yet the great Ocean hath no tone of power <br />Mightier to reach the soul in thought's hush'd hour, <br />Than yours, meek lilies! - chosen thus and graced.<br /><br />Felicia Dorothea Hemans<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-lilies-of-the-field/
