Where the unfolding lily leans
And sweet the bud swings low,
Substance illumed, their blossoms shine
Pure in lucidity of line.
Petal and essence gleam divine,
One root, one sap, one bough.
Might, goodness, immortality,
Their radiance pour for those
Who glimpse the whole within the part
And, reverent, raise a songful heart,
Owning the omnipresent art
Through which God's glory flows.
