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A blessing from the Great One, 
Who gives such lovely flowers, 
Bright revelations of Himself, 
To senseless hearts of ours. 
The tribes of early flowerets, 
Like holy thoughts enshrined, 
An altar to the unseen God 
They raise in every mind ; 
The hills and everlasting skies 
In grandeur have their birth, 
But the early flowerets only 
His image bring to earth. 
THE END. 
R. CLAY, SON, AND TAYLOR, PRINTERS, 

