A DEDICATION 



To HIM who formed the flower my heart I raise, 



Whose Name is "Wonderful," His tribute praise, 



To Him Who subjected His work to man, 



Enabling one, whose life is but a span, 



To bring such possibilities to light, 



Such new sweet beauties to the ravished sight, 



Who first a flower and then a man could make, 



Then give man skill of simple flowers to take 



And with laborious pains and patient care 



Call forth a multitude of forms so fair : 



They lift my thoughts from earth to heaven above, 



I own His Wisdom and I trust His Love. 



S. EUGENE BOURNE. 



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