Hymn of the Flowers by Benjamin Gough

Seventh-day Adventist Publishing Association · Battle Creek, Mich. · Mar 31, 1903

Hymn of the Flowers

By Benjamin Gough

THERE is a voiceless music in the flowers, A silent hymn of reverence and praise, Which rises heavenward from the rural bowers, And evermore a grateful homage pays.

God speaks in every blossom, great and small, On the bleak mountain, in the shady grove; The opening rose, “the hyssop on the wall,” Smile in his bright exuberance of love.

And all the sweet variety of hues, Sparkling with starry colorings divine, Are smiles, which God continually renews, As springtides brighten, and as summers shine.

Sing on, O flowers! unheeded and unheard Perchance on earth, yet welcome is your praise Where rows of burning seraphim are stirred, Their endless hallelujah songs to raise!

—Benjamin Gough.