OUR LADY OF THE FLOWERS
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The glory of the Spring is falling o’er The year. The silver-throated songsters pour Their bursting hearts in sweetest melody That thrills the raptured air to ecstacy. And at our Lady’s shrine, the lily fair Lifts her pure face, a gentle nun at prayer; And near her is the rose in glad array Of splendid scarlet satin, bright and gay. Wee violets, the blue of summer skies, Their loving hearts a-tremble in their eyes, Look up at Mary and with smiles so sweet, They lay their lives as offerings at her feet.