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The seed that sown in earth, Is hidden from the eye, At length puts forth the leaf, the bud, The flower of radiant dye.

When wintry storms are past, Spring decks the verdant tree, And at the resurrection morn, Such shall his rising be.

 

Dear little Ann, I hope you can These bracelets wear. And that you will Remember still Whose gift they are.

They're very plain, For to be vain I don't approve, 