Al de kinderliederen

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IV. A wood-flower.
Een Woudbloempje, III, blz. 125.

Lonely flower to me revealed,

In the wood in moss concealed,

Thou alone dost blooming linger,

Blooming ever and anon; -

Ere thou'rt gone,

Let us mark th' Almighty's finger,

Whom all things depend upon.

When a bee, led all astray,

Finds to thee its weary way,

Wide thou spread'st thy bosom's treasure,

And thou thinks't within thyself:

Such sweet pelf

Must afford refreshing pleasure,

To this lonesome little elf.

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O rejoice that God's own hand,

 

Placed thee, lonely there to stand,

 

Thus kind nourishment to tender;

 

Lost, the bee in mazes quaint,

 

Tired and faint,

 

Soon its life must else surrender,

 

Missing this sweet wood-flower saint.

 

 

 

Christian, who in loneliness,

 

On thy path reliev'st distress;

 

Change not for thy rank or station,

 

What vain show doth oft appear;

 

Flow'ret dear,

 

Happy he whose destination,

 

Is the lonely wood-flower's here!