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their friends, men would tread tenderly over them, 
and remember the beautiful souls their bodies once 
contained.” 
“ But God,” said Mary, “ with whom good souls go 
to live, is sweeter than all the flowers in the world, 
and more beautiful. I have a little hymn that says, 
‘ He that made the Rose is more beautiful than the 
Rose. He is all lovely ; he is the delight of every 
heart.’ ” 
There was a long silence, for Mary and the Cro¬ 
cuses quite forgot each other at that moment. 
Mary thought how happy she should be to go 
and live in Heaven, with him who made the Rose 
and all the flowers, and the Crocus was lost in grati¬ 
tude for the gift of life, that thrilled through her deli- 
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cate frame in the warm rays of that bright sunshine. 
At last Mary said ; “ you have told me about the 
