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J A BOUQUET OF LILIES. | 
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an Bee. lovely flowers, ’tis yours to preach 
seh i Lessons of truth, and humbly teach | 
; The faithless and the proud : i 
lent Array’d in garb of sweetest hue, | 
Our Father’s care we trace in you, il 
igh be And, still to Him who made you true, } 
Ye warn the thoughtless crowd. | 
On ur Let those of feeble faith, whose breast Hl 
With doubts and fears can never rest, Hh 
ident Consider how ye grow. | | 
Ye toil not with perplexing care, WITH 
ering Ye do not spin the coats ye wear, WH AH 
Nor paint those colours bright and fair, Hi | 
around In which ye sweetly glow. | } 
» road The hand of Him who built the skies } i 
Adorns His flowers with varied dyes, II TI 
And clothes each beauteous plant ; i | 
Th’ Eternal One, whose sovereign power itt 
Can make earth’s haughtiest despot cower, I 

Stoops to regard the humblest flower, 
And tend each little want. | 
BROAD. 











