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We find a glory in the flowers

When snowdrops peep and hawthorn blooms;

We see fresh light in spring-time hours,

And bless the radiance that illumes.

The song of promise cheers with hope,

That sin or sorrow cannot mar;

God's beauty fills the daisyed slope,

And keeps undimm'd Faith's guiding star.

We find a glory in the smile

That lives in childhood's happy face,

Ere fearful doubt or worldly guile

Has swept away the angel trace.

The ray of promise shineth there,

To tell of better lands afar;

God sends his image, pure and fair,

To keep undimm'd Faith's guiding star.

We find a glory in the zeal

Of doating breast and toiling brain;

Affection's martyrs still will kneel,

And song, though famish'd, pour its strain.

They lure us by a quenchless light,

And point where joy is holier far;

They shed God's spirit, warm and bright,

And keep undimm'd Faith's guiding star.

We muse beside the rolling waves;

We ponder on the grassy hill;

We linger by the new-piled graves,

And find that star is shining still.

God in his great design hath spread,

Unnumber'd rays to lead afar;

They beam the brightest o'er the dead,

And keep undimm'd Faith's guiding star.