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There is beauty in flowers

When kissed by the showers

That fall in the bowers

Of gardens so fair,

When music is telling

In notes that are swelling,

And love is excelling,

Aloft in the air.

Birds now are singing,

Deep valleys are ringing,

And harmony bringing

Content to the mind.

Flowers are caressing,

And sending a blessing

To all now confessing

To be to them kind.

Minds soon are roving

To lands that are blooming

Afar from the glooming

Of woe and despair,

Saying, “Come to the bowers

Filled with rare flowers—

Nature’s kind dowers,

Free as the air.”

Come, my love, and do not spurn

From a little flower to learn:

See the lily on the bed,

Hanging down its modest head;

While it scarcely can be seen,

Folded in its leaf of green.

Yet we love the lily well,