As flowers to sun respond with blushing hues

And grateful scents distil

Their voiceless praise;

So now as through her veins life's pulses thrill

Amid the breath of flowers and wood-choirs' lays,

 

 

 Rowena's Te Deum. 

 "O flowers," she sang, "sweet flowers, Where beauty hath her throne, Yea, smile away life's hours; For you they'll soon be flown! Then nursed awhile in womb of mother earth, Ye'll rise, to taste with me, the joys of second birth! 

"O flowers," she sang, "sweet flowers,

Where beauty hath her throne,

Yea, smile away life's hours;

For you they'll soon be flown!

Then nursed awhile in womb of mother earth,

 O birds of happy wing! With flowers' sweet incense blend Your joyous notes and sing; For soon your songs will end! When summer's warmth again awakes your trills, Ye too may know the joy which now my bosom fills! 

O birds of happy wing!

With flowers' sweet incense blend

Your joyous notes and sing;

For soon your songs will end!

When summer's warmth again awakes your trills,

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