The queen of the flow'rs of the garden, The copse, the field,

shady bow'rs Sing forth Thy ten - der care,- Sing forth Thy ten - der care. rolling tide, Pro-claim Thy won - ders still,- Pro claim Thy won-ders still.

That un

der-neath the withered leaves The sweet flowers wait to blow. And fresh and fair the flowers of Spring Their star

- ry hosts un

fold,

3 O prophet-souls with lips of bloom!
Your silence, more than speech,
Fills all the woody aisles, like songs
That faith and duty teach.

57.

4 Walk life's dark ways, ye seem to say,
And ever this foreknow, -

That, where man sees but withered leaves,
God sees the sweet flowers grow!

NATURE'S SONG. C. M.

Rev. J. B. DYKES.

2.

3.

I. There's mu - sic in the mid-night breeze, There's mu
The valley hath its
With rustling sound the

welcome notes, The grove
for est leaves Bend to

its