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Dio to the root, sweet flower, 
If so God wills, (lie even to the root; 
Live there awhile, an uncomplaining mute, 
Blank life, with darkness wrapp’d about thy head, 
And fear not for the silence round thee spread. 
This is no grave, though thou among the dead 
Art counted, but the Hiding-place of Power. 
Die to the root, sweet flower. 
Anon. 
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Seeds of 
Hardy Perennial 
and Biennial 
Flowers 
Now is the ideal time to sow them 
Please Order by Numbers only . 
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