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"I am sure there is something much deeper, something lasting and significant." A sense of wonder, Rachel Carson

  Consider the Lilies of the Field Flowers preach to us if we will hear:—The rose saith in the dewy morn:I am most fair;Yet all my loveliness is born Upon a thorn. The poppy saith amid the corn:Let but my scarlet head appearAnd I am held in scorn;Yet juice of subtle virtue liesWithin my cup of curious dyes.The lilies say: Behold how wePreach without words of purity.The violets whisper from the shadeWhich their own leaves have made:Men scent our fragrance on the air,Yet take no heedOf humble lessons we would read.But not alone the fairest flowers:The merest grassAlong the roadside where we pass,Lichen and moss and sturdy weed,Tell of His love who sends the dew,The rain and sunshine too,To nourish...