The Flowers Appear on the Earth

Author Unknown

Now the winter cold is past,
And blithe March winds are blowing,
In sheltered nooks we find at last
Bright flowers of spring are growing.

Along the hedgerow's mossy bank,
Where ivy green is creeping,
We see through weeds and nettles rank
The dark-blue violet peeping.

And in the sunny gar-den beds
Gay aconites are showing,
And snowdrops bend their graceful heads,
And crocuses are glowing.

God makes the buds and leaves unfold,
All flowers are of His giving;
He guards them through the winter's cold,
He cares for all things living.