Thank God I love the Flowers! <br />Mute voices of the Spring, <br />That gladden all her bowers <br />With their varied blossoming; <br />They weave a charm around them <br />On each summer dale and bough, <br />For a Fairy train has bound them <br />In wreaths upon her brow. <br /> <br />Far up along the mountain, <br />And in the valleys green, <br />In the field, and by the fountain, <br />The smiling ones are seen; <br />Some looking up to heaven, <br />With eyes of deepest blue; <br />Some stooping down at even <br />To quaff the sparkling dew. <br /> <br />And from them all there speaketh <br />A language sweet and pure, <br />Fitted for him who seeketh <br />A God's nomenclature. <br />As tidal pulses thrill the seas, <br />And moments build the hours, <br />Heaven breathes her unvoiced mysteries <br />In sermons from the Flowers.<br /><br />Charles Sangster<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/flowers-104/
