There Is Beauty In Flowers

There is beauty in flowers

When kissed by the showers

That fall in the bowers

Of gardens so fair...

Cecily Mary Barker

When music is telling

In notes that are swelling,

And love is excelling,

Aloft in the air.

Birds now are singing,

Deep valleys are ringing,

And harmony bringing

Content to the mind.

Beneath The Blossoms

Cecily Mary Barker

Flowers are caressing,

And sending a blessing

To all now confessing

To be to them kind.

Minds are soon roving

To lands that are blooming

Afar from the glooming

Of woe and despair,

Saying, "Come to the bowers

Filled with rare flowers

Nature's kind dowers

Free as the air."

Cecily Mary Barker

Come, my love, and do not spurn

From a little flower to learn:

See the lily on the bed,

Hanging down its modest head;

While it can scarcely be seen,

Folded in its leaf of green.

Yet we love the lily well,

For its sweet and pleasant smell,

And would rather call it ours

Than many other gayer flowers;

Pretty lilies seem to be

Emblems of humility.

Come, my love, and do not spurn

From a little flower to learn:

See the lily on the bed,

Hanging down its modest head;

I Love To Hear The Story

Cecily Mary Barker

'Tis not beauty that we prize,

Like a summer flower it dies.

But humility will last,

Fair and sweet, when beauty's past;

And the Saviour, from above,

Views a humble child with love.

Come, my love, and do not spurn

From a little flower to learn:

Let your temper be as sweet

As the lily at your feet;

Be as gentle, be as mild:

Be a modest, simple child.

Flower Poem from the publication

"My Flower Pot"

(1848)

 By Rufus Merrill

(1803-1891)

McGill University Archives

Toronto, Canada