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air can pilfer from man, their master. And there is 
a fruit in an island of the East, so delicious, that the 
wildest monkey of the woods will come to man for 
assistance to break its shell, when he sees him 
sipping the luscious morsel. 
“Your sugared melons and sweet pumpkins, too, 
are the homes of precious seeds. That graceful 
elm that throws its branches over the wall, could 
alone furnish seeds enough to cover with trees this 
and many other worlds. They fly far away—neither 
mountains nor oceans stop them—and fall in clouds 
that obscure the sun, on distant regions of the globe. 
And if seeds slumber hundreds of years, the light 
and heat of the sun will revive them, and make them 
as vigorous as ever. We find it hard to die. Can 
you live so long, little daughter of man ?” 
“ Oh yes,” said Mary, and she thought of Him 
who said, “ If God so clothe the grass of the field, 
