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A HYMN OF PRAISE.
O what gracious gifts are ours, when on every hand
Bursting buds and blushing flowers beautify the land;
Till a host of treasures lie, delicate and sweet,
'Neath the mantle of the sky. crushed by careless feet.
Bursting buds and blushing flowers beautify the land;
Till a host of treasures lie, delicate and sweet,
'Neath the mantle of the sky. crushed by careless feet.
Many a floral gem is hid in a casket green,
But a zephyr lifts the lid and its worth is seen;
Through the meadows broad and fair, violets demure
Scatter incense rich and rare, happy and secure.
But a zephyr lifts the lid and its worth is seen;
Through the meadows broad and fair, violets demure
Scatter incense rich and rare, happy and secure.
As the seasons glide along, earth's a pleasant place,
Just a miracle of song, typical of grace:
Wondrous visions charm the eye while the moments flee,
Each a message from on high sent to you and me.
Just a miracle of song, typical of grace:
Wondrous visions charm the eye while the moments flee,
Each a message from on high sent to you and me.
See the swallows, how they roam in a ceaseless flight,
Ever on the wing for home chanting their delight.
Ever on the wing for home chanting their delight.
