Felicia Dorothea Hemans (Фелиция Доротея Хеманз)

The Lilies of the Field

Flowers! when the Saviour's calm benignant eye
Fell on your gentle beauty; when from you
That heavenly lesson for all hearts He drew,
Eternal, universal, as the sky;
Then, in the bosom of your purity
A voice He set as in a temple-shrine,
That life's quick travellers ne'er might pass you by,
Unwarn'd of that sweet oracle divine.
And though too oft its low, celestial sound,
By the harsh notes of work-day care is drown'd,
And the loud steps of vain, unlistening haste;
Yet the great Ocean hath no tone of power
Mightier to reach the soul in thought's hush'd hour,
Than yours, meek lilies! - chosen thus and graced. 

1. Joan of Arc in Rheims
2. The Music of St. Patrick’s
3. The Rock of Cader Idris
4. Eryri Wen
5. Lines Written for the Album at Rosanna

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