TREES AND FLOWERS OF 



FLOWERS 



When God had framed the firmament 

 And poured the flowing seas, 



In pity for the na^ed earth 



He made the grass and trees. 



With samite capes he robed the hills, 

 He tapestried the plain; 



He planted oahs and cedar trees, 



Plumed reeds and bearded grain. 



Knowing our needs, all needful things 

 He stablished for our weal: 



He gate us wood, He gate us food, 

 He gave us herbs that heal. 



But for the Image of Himself 

 That mortal flesh embowers 



He made His latest, choicest gift — 

 He gate the soul His flowers. 



