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POETRY OF FLOWERS. 39 
And keeps thee still in being thro’ 
Age after age revolving, who 
But the Great God is He? 
Omnipotent to work his will ; 
Wise, who contrives each part to fill 
The post te each assign’d ; 
Still provident, with sleepless care 
To keep; to make tke sweet and fair 
For man’s enjoyment, kind ! 
“There is no God,”’ the senseless say ;— 
**O God, why cast’st thou us away ?” 
Of feeble faith and frail, 
The mourner breathes his anxious thought’ 
By thee a better lesson taught, 
Sweet lily of the vale. 
Yes! He who made and fosters thee, 
In reason’s eye perforce must be 
Of majesty divine; 
Nor deems she that his guardian care 
Will He in man’s support forbear, 
Who thus provides for thine. 


