GLORY OF GOD DISPLAYED IN 
FLOWERS. 
BOWRING. 
Beneath Thy all-directing nod, 
Both worlds and worms are equal, God! 
1 hy hand the comets’ orbits drew. 
And lighted yonder glow-worm too ; 
Thou didst the dome of heaven build up, 
And form’dst yon snow-drop’s silver cup. 
The same —lord brougham. 
Yon countless worlds in boundless space, 
Myriads of miles each hour 
Their mighty orbs as curious trace. 
As the blue circle studs the face 
Of that enamell’d flower. 
But Thou, too, mad’st that floweret gay, 
To glitter in the dawn; 
1 he hand that fir’d the lamp of day, 
The blazing comet launch’d away, 
Painted the velvet lawn. 
