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We are the roadside flowers, / Straying from garden grounds, -- / Lovers of idle hours, / Breakers of ordered bounds.
If only the earth will feed us, / If only the wind be kind, / We blossom for those who need us, / The stragglers left behind.
And lo, the Lord of the Garden, / He makes his sun to rise, / And his rain to fall with pardon / On our dusty paradise.
On us he has laid the duty, -- / The task of the wandering breed, -- / To better the world with beauty, / Wherever the way may lead.
Who shall inquire of the season, / Or question the wind where it blows? / We blossom and ask no reason. / The Lord of the Garden knows.