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Saints are God's flowers, fragrant souls / That His own hand hath planted, / Not in some far-off heavenly place, / Or solitude enchanted, / But here and there and everywhere, -- / In lonely field, or crowded town, / God sees a flower when He looks down.
Some wear the lily's stainless white, / And some the rose of passion, / And some the violet's heavenly blue, / But each in its own fashion, / With silent bloom and soft perfume, / Is praising Him who from above / Beholds each lifted face of love.