TEXT- ROOK OF FLOWERS 
When he called the flowers, so blue and 
golden, 
Stars, that in earth’s firmament do 
k\ shine. 
Stars they are, wherein we read our 
history, 
As astrologers and seers of eld; 
Yet not wrapped about with awful mys¬ 
tery, 
Like the burning stars which they be¬ 
held. 
Wondrous truths, and manifold as won- 
drous, 
God has written in those stars above; 
But not less in the bright flowerets under 
Stands the revelation of his love 
Bright and glorious is that revelation, 
Written all over this great world ot 
ours, 
Making evident our own creation, 
In those stars of earth,—those golden 
flowers.” 
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