Poems (Hale)/The Voice of the Flowers

Poems
by Mary Whitwell Hale
The Voice of the Flowers
4571936Poems — The Voice of the FlowersMary Whitwell Hale
THE VOICE OF THE FLOWERS.
A sweet and blessed strain they swell,
The glorious-tinted flowers,
On sunny slope, in shaded dell,
To cheer our weary hours.

Their fragrant odors rise to heaven
In homage and in prayer;
Silent the dewy incense given,
Yet God is hallowed there.

Bring them to strew around your dead,
To shine above their tomb:
Bright presage from their hues is shed
Of heaven's immortal bloom.

They woo us with their balmy breath.
To summer bowers on high;
They point us from decay and death
To flowers which never die.

Praise to Thee, Brightener of our hours!
For this sweet ministry,
Which by the breath of Thy fair flowers
Is leading us to Thee.