Daffodils arise from the green, green ground
But not for the spring do they come around
Dogwoods slowly begin to compile
Yet, not for the sun do they bloom wild
But for Christ Jesus on Easter day
Reminding his children of the flower-bordered way
Grow to the heavens, grow so tall!
Exhault our father the Lord of all!
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