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I love the little daisies on the lawn / Which contemplate with wide and placid eyes / The blue and white enamel of the skies -- / The larks which sing their mattin-song at dawn, / High o'er the earth, and see the new Day born, / All stained with amethyst and amber dyes. / I love the shadowy woodland's hidden prize / Of fragrant violets, which the dewy morn
Doth open gently underneath the trees / To cast elusive perfume on each hour -- / The waving clover, full of drowsy bees, / That take their murmurous way from flower to flower. / Who could but think -- deep in some sun-flecked glade -- / How God must love these things that He has made?