POETEY OP FLOWEES. 
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In the far nooks of life— 
In the deep shade— 
Where amidst evil things 
Good well might fade ; 
God sends the sunny beam, 
God sends the shower, 
Nursing humanity’s 
Ever-bright Flower ! 
Sin may be rife enough. 
But “the good part,” 
Lieth low hidden, in 
Every heart. 
God sent the stream at first. 
From his own fount— 
Christ, in diffusing it 
Died on the Mount; 
And amongst stony ways 
Eipples are heard. 
Like the half-utter’d notes 
Of a lone bird ! 
Dark tho’ the fate of us. 
That matters not— 
In the glad soul of us 
Lies the bright spot— 
Look for the Flowers ! 
And there not sainted ones, 
Graciously given. 
Who in their gentle hands, 
Lead us to heaven ? 
