“The Flow-Ers Ap-Pear on the Earth.”
(SONG OF SOLOMON, ii. 12.)
Now the win-ter cold is past,
And blithe March winds are blow-ing,
In shel-ter-ed nooks we find at last
Bright flow-ers of spring are grow-ing.
Along the hedge-row’s mossy bank,
Where ivy green is creep-ing,
We see through weeds and net-tles rank
The dark-blue vi-o-let peep-ing.
And in the sun-ny gar-den beds
Gay a-co-nites are show-ing,
And snow-drops bend their grace-ful heads,
And cro-cus-es are glow-ing.
God makes the buds and leaves un-fold,
All flow-ers are of His giv-ing;
He guards them through the win-ter’s cold,
He cares for all things liv-ing.