For the flowers are great blessings
For the flowers are great blessings
For the flowers have their angels
Even the words of God's creation
For the flower glorifies God
And the root parries the adversary
For there is a language of flowers
For the flowers are peculiarly
The poetry of Christ
For the flowers are great blessings
For the flowers have their angels
Even the words of God's creation
For the flower glorifies God
And the root parries the adversary
For there is a language of flowers
For the flowers are peculiarly
The poetry of Christ
The above is from Britten's setting and it is a solo I have sung many times. The whole poem will be found here.
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