TULIPS 
God of the sunset, flowers and field, 
Nature in all loveliness now does yield. 
The bursting Buds, the singing birds, 
A symphonic poem beyond mere words. 
Of all the blessings Thou hast given. 
Among the flowers, the gift from heaven. 
We now would pay this tribute dear 
To Holland, for the tulips here. 
This simple flower in loveliness. 
Exceeds all language to express, 
’Twas brought to us across the sea. 
An emblem of tranquility. 
To grace our land with beauty rare, 
A loving token from over there. 
Flower of the magic hue and grace. 
You make of earth a heavenly place. 
God of the sunset, flowers and field. 
We thank Thee for the month of Hay, 
When tulips bloom and glory yield. 
To cheer our hearts and make them gay. 
—Will Robinson 
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