BLUE FLOWERS. 
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Blue flowers !—Ob give me fair blue flowers I 
So pleadingly their azure eyes 
Uplook in mine in morning’s hours, 
Taking their color from the skies: 
Of heaven they learn; 
To heaven they turn 
Th-dr opening eyes at break of day; 
And heaven doth shed 
On each fair head. 
A blessing on them where they lay; 
A blessing meet 
For flowers so sweet, 
A portion of her glory bright. 
Let our prayer be, 
Oh thus may we 
Be clothed upon with robes of light! 
