Sing praises, one and all, who for few brief hours Share in the Festival The Master's love of flowers. Let Nature, hand-in-hand with Art, Amazed our eyes and warm our heart. How long it took to form The wild flowers at our feet! What ravages of storm, What stress of cold and heat! By Nature taught, how patient those Who learned to cultivate a rose! So take what Nature gives With awe and gratitude: For everything that lives, Its purpose understood, In which we glimpse the beautiful. Believing we are free To serve God's great design, We cry,' He cares for me, and makes his purpose mine'. Here, in this Festival of Flowers, Rejoice that such a life is ours!