Author Henry Van Dyke Flowers rejoice when night is done,Lift their heads to greet the sun;Sweetest looks and odours raise,In a silent hymn of praise.So my heart would turn awayFrom the darkness to the day;Lying open in God's sightLike a flower in the light. Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments