V. Flowers and Birds.

The little tender heather-flower, The tiny bird within its nest, Seems oft indeed a lonely guest, But God provideth for them best, Sends sunshine and refreshing shower; A friendly hand by no means scant, Oft cares for bird and heather-plant.

Thus, undisturbed, ye thrive and flourish, Inspired with vital growth elate; The bird rejoices: “God is great!” The plant sheds blossoms variegate: Its odours sweet the earth do nourish; Yea, both extol their God and Lord, And friends who reared them at his word.

You lads and lasses, merry singing,— You fluttering birds and tender seeds, The Lord with bounty ever feeds; He well provides for all your needs, His spirit and protection bringing. O bloom and sing then to His praise, Birds, plants and youths, in all your ways.