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Felicia Dorothea Hemans - The Lilies Of The Field
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Flowers! when the Saviour`s calm benignant eye
Fell on your gentle beauty; when from you
That heavenly lesson for all hearts He drew,
Eternal, universal, as the sky; 
Then, in the bosom of your purity
A voice He set as in a temple-shrine, 
That life`s quick travellers ne`er might pass you by,
Unwarn`d of that sweet oracle divine. 
And though too oft its low, celestial sound,
By the harsh notes of work-day care is drown`d, 
And the loud steps of vain, unlistening haste;
Yet the great Ocean hath no tone of power
Mightier to reach the soul in thought`s hush`d hour,
Than yours, meek lilies! — chosen thus and graced.
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