The tulip's petals shine in dew, All beautiful, but none alike.
Fairest and best adorned is she Whose clothing is humility.
Joys too exquisite to last, And yet more exquisite when past.
Dark-green and gemm'd with flowers of snow, With close uncrowded branches spread Not proudly high, nor meanly low, A graceful myrtle rear'd its head.
Who that hath ever been Could bear to be no more? Yet who would tread again the scene He trod through life before?
Hymns should have unity, graduation and mutual dependence in the thoughts, a conscious progress, a sense of completeness and be easily understood.