Bowing adorers of the gale
Ye cowslips delicately pale
Upraise your loaded stems
Unfold your cups in splendour speak
Who decked you with that ruddy streak
& gilt your golden gems
Violets sweet tenants of the shade
In purples richest pride arrayed
Your errand here fulfil
Go bid the artists simple stain
Your lustre imitate--in vain--
& match your Makers skill
Daisies ye flowers of lowly birth
Embroiderers of the carpet earth
That stud the velvet sod
Open to Springs refreshing air
In sweetest smiling bloom declare
Your Maker & your God.
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