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THE FLOWER,
THE SUN, THE AIR, AND THE DEW.
My
father is the sun,
That shineth down on me,
And I grow beneath his sight,
Like a floweret pure and free.
That shineth down on me,
And I grow beneath his sight,
Like a floweret pure and free.
My mother is the air,
That softly fans my leaf,
And dries the pearly drop,
That falls in youthful grief.
That softly fans my leaf,
And dries the pearly drop,
That falls in youthful grief.
My sisters are the dew,
And, resting on my breast,
Cheer me when I awake,
Refresh me when I rest.
And, resting on my breast,
Cheer me when I awake,
Refresh me when I rest.
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But one is greater still,
Than sun, or air, or dew;
The God who gives them all,
And made the floweret too.
Than sun, or air, or dew;
The God who gives them all,
And made the floweret too.
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