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THE POETRY OF FLOW ERS, wad 
6 triple cell, the two-fold seed, 
aseless treasure-house decreed, 
W hence aye thy race may grow, 
As from creation they have grown, 
While spring shall weave her flowery crown, 
Or vernal breezes blow ; ; 
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Who cae thee ee with unseen hand ? 
Who at creation gave command, 
And will d thee ae toe be; 
And keeps thee still in being, through 
Age after age revolving! Tho 
But the great God is he? 
Omnipotent, to work his will; 
Wise, who contrives each part to fill 
The post to each assign’d; 
Still provident, with sleepless care, 
‘To keep; to make thee sweet and fair 
For faa 8 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! 



