OK, LANGUAGE OF FLOWERS. 221 
Here I come creeping, smiling everywhere; 
All round the open door, 
Where sit the aged poor, 
Here where the childen play 
In the bright and merry May, 
I come creeping, creeping everywhere. 
Here I come creeping, creeping everywhere; 
In the noisy city street, 
My pleasant face you’ll meet, 
Cheering the sick at heart, 
Toiling his busy part, 
Silently creeping, creeping everywhere: 
Here I come creeping, creeping everywhere; 
You cannot see me coming, 
Nor hear my low sweet humming; 
For in the starry night, 
And the glad morning light, 
I come quietly creeping everywhere. 
Here I come creeping, creeping everywhere; 
More welcome than the flowers 
In summer’s pleasant hours; 
The gentle cow is glad, 
And the merry bird not sad, 
To see me creeping, creeping everywhere. 
Here I come creeping, creeping everywhere; 
When you’re number’d with the dead 
In your still and narrow bed, 
