birthday flower
"The
Lily of the valley,
breathing in the humble grass
Answer'd the lovely maid and said:
"I am a watry weed,
And I am very small,
and love to dwell in lowly vales;
So weak, the gilded butterfly
scarce perches on my head;
Yet I am visited from heaven,
and He that smiles on all
Walks in the valley and each morn
over me spreads his hand,
Saying: 'Rejoice, thou humble grass,
thou new-born lily flower."
breathing in the humble grass
Answer'd the lovely maid and said:
"I am a watry weed,
And I am very small,
and love to dwell in lowly vales;
So weak, the gilded butterfly
scarce perches on my head;
Yet I am visited from heaven,
and He that smiles on all
Walks in the valley and each morn
over me spreads his hand,
Saying: 'Rejoice, thou humble grass,
thou new-born lily flower."
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