The flowers have tender little
That love, rejoice, aspire.
Each star that on its orbit
Feels infinite desire.
The diamond longs to
When hid beneath the sod.
The universe is
With consciousness of God.
The flowers have tender little
That love, rejoice, aspire.
Each star that on its orbit
Feels infinite desire.
The diamond longs to
When hid beneath the sod.
The universe is
With consciousness of God.