THE FLOWERS.


Say, Ma! did God make all the flowers
That richly bloom to-day?
And is it he that sends sweet showers
To make them look so gay?

Did he make all the mountains
That rear their heads so high?
And all the little fountains
That glide so gently by?

And does he care for children small?
Say, ma! does God love me?

Has he the guardian care of all
The various things we see?

Yes! yes! my child, he made them all--
Flowers, mountains, plants and tree;
No man so great, no child so small,
That from his eye can flee.

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