Our “Plymouth Rock’' 
Androsace primuloides at base 
Now I shall make my garden 
As true men build a shrine, 
An humble thing where yet shall spring 
The seeds that are divine, 
Since each a prayer I sow them there 
In reverential line. 
O, little is my garden space, 
But great the prayer I pray; 
With every seed against earth’s need 
That men may sow today. 
My hope is thrown, my faith is sown 
To make the harvest gay. 
Theodosia Garrison. 
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