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WILD FLOWERS. 
Omnipotent to work his will; 
Wise, who contrives each part to fill 
The post to each assigned; 
Still provident, with sleepless care 
To keep; to make thee sweet and fair 
For man’s enjoyment kind. 
“ There is no God,” the senseless say 
“ O God, why cast’st thou us away ? ” 
Of feeble faith and frail 
The mourner breathes his anxious thought— 
By thee a better lesson taught, 
Sweet lily of the vale. 
Yes! He who made and fosters thee, 
In reason’s eye perforce must be 
Of majesty divine; 
Nor deems she that His guardian care 
Will He in man’s support forbear, 
Who thus provides for thine. 
