312 POETRY OF FLOWERS, 
Ye, in the vales of Paradise, 
Heard how the mountains rang, 
When the sons of God did shout for joy, 
And the stars of morning sang! 
Ye caw the creatures of the earth, 
Ere fear was felt, or pain: 
Ye saw the lion with the lamb 
Go sporting o’er the plain ! 

Ye were the first that from the earth 
Sprung, when the floods were dricd; 
And the meek dove from out the ark 
Went wandering far and wide ; 


And when upon Mount Ararat 
The floating ark was stayed,— 
And the freshness of the flowing earth 
The patriarch first surveyed. 

Ye saw across the heaven 
The new-made bended bow,— 
Ye heard the Eternal bind himself, 
Upon the glorious show, 
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‘That never more the waters wild 
Should rage beyond their shore ; 
That harvest time and time of seed 
Should be for evermore, 

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