Glorious the song, when God's the theme.

And now the matchless deed's achieved, Determined, Dared, and Done.

Awake before the sun is risen, I call for my pen and papers and desk.

Too hard for any frog's digestion,To have his froghood call'd in question!

Sweet the young muse with love intense, Which smiles o'er sleeping innocence.

For in my nature I quested for beauty, but God, God hath sent me to sea for pearls.

For every house is incomplete without him, and a blessing is lacking in the spirit.

Thomas Gray walks as if he had fouled his small- clothes and looks as if he smelt it.

For I bless God in the libraries of the learned and for all the booksellers in the world.

For there is a sound reasoning upon all flowers. For flowers are peculiarly the poetry of Christ.

There is nothing sweeter than his peace when at rest, for there is nothing brisker than his life when in motion.

Thus when a barber and a collier fight, The barber beats the luckless collier-white; The dusty collier heaves his ponderous sack, And big with vengeance beats the barber-black. In comes the brick-dust man, with grime o'erspread, And beats the collier and the barber-red: Black, red, and white in various clouds are tost, And in the dust they raise the combatants are lost.

For the flowers are great blessings. For the Lord made a Nosegay in the meadow with his disciples and preached upon the lily. For the flowers have great virtues for all senses. For the flower glorifies God and the root parries the adversary. For the flowers have their angels even the words of God's creation. For there is a language of flowers. For there is a sound reasoning upon all flowers. For flowers are peculiarly the poetry of Christ.

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