YELLOWSTONE NATIONAL PARK 



He plucked the jewels from His crown 

 And strewed them with His hands, 



He smiled to watch them as they fell 

 On all the wide earth's lands. 



There is no northern shore so blea\, 



No mountain-top so bare, 

 There is no desert so accursed. 



But God's gems blossom there. 



And every unplowed acre bears 



A heaven with stars and suns, 



And any weed may wear a robe 

 Richer than Solomon s. 



The angels well might envy us 

 This great gift that is ours, 



This still-renewing miracle, 



The Sacrament of the Flowers. 



