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Flowers preach to us if we will hear: -- / The rose saith in the dewy morn, / I am most fair; / Yet all my loveliness is born / Upon a thorn. / The poppy saith amid the corn: / Let but my scarlet head appear / And I am held in scorn; / Yet juice of subtle virtue lies / Within my cup of curious dyes. / The lilies say: Behold how we / Preach without words of purity. / The violets whisper from the shade / Which their own leaves have made: / Men scent our fragrance on the air, / Yet take no heed / Of humble lessons we would read.
But not alone the fairest flowers: / The merest grass / Along the roadside where we pass, / Lichen and moss and sturdy weed, / Tell of His love who sends the dew, / The rain and sunshine too, / To nourish one small seed.