MATERIA
MEDICA
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WHAT
are these unknown flowers
That star this lovely earth
Wasting through long sweet hours
Their beauty and their worth?
What are these plants unknown
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That
paint the desert’s floor
With a splendor all their own,
Unheeded o’er and o’er.
O foolish Man and blind,
Here is Earth’s healing grace
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For
thee and all thy kind
To build the perfect race.
There springs no smallest flower
In all the wilderness
But God has given it power
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| To lighten
some distress.
Their truth shall make thee wise,
Their virtues make thee whole,
Their glory fill thine eyes
With loveliness of soul.
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This earth is holy ground,
And every seed and spore
In verity is bound
Life’s harmony to restore.
Each with its balm for pain
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Shall
serve they need, and prove
They take God’s name in vain
Who reckon without love.
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