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MY BLOSSOM.
Once in my quiet garden
A precious blossom grew;
Pink with the morning sunshine,
And bright with early dew.
A precious blossom grew;
Pink with the morning sunshine,
And bright with early dew.
But the Master of the garden
Carried me far away,
And with my precious blossom
No longer could I stay.
Carried me far away,
And with my precious blossom
No longer could I stay.
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Oh! bitter was the parting,
And my tears fell fast like rain
As I kissed the budding blossom
I might not see again.
And my tears fell fast like rain
As I kissed the budding blossom
I might not see again.
Like Eve, in her woful passion,
From the garden gate I passed;
One look of love and longing
Sent backward for the last.
From the garden gate I passed;
One look of love and longing
Sent backward for the last.
But I said to the gracious Master,
When my breath came back once more—
“I know Thy hand is righteous
Though my heart be smitten sore.
When my breath came back once more—
“I know Thy hand is righteous
Though my heart be smitten sore.
“I can not tend my blossom
With water and with sun;
I gave it to Thee, my Master,
To see the work be done!
With water and with sun;
I gave it to Thee, my Master,
To see the work be done!
“Though I die by the wayside,
Or wander in the showers;
Keep Thou my tender blossom
Among Thy dearest flowers.”
Or wander in the showers;
Keep Thou my tender blossom
Among Thy dearest flowers.”
And the long, long days went by me,
But never for a day,
Though rolling up to hundreds,
This prayer I cease to pray.
But never for a day,
Though rolling up to hundreds,
This prayer I cease to pray.
And now I hear her praises
Wafted on every air;
How sweet my lily groweth,
How gentle and how fair.
Wafted on every air;
How sweet my lily groweth,
How gentle and how fair.
And I know the mighty Master
Hath heard me day and night,
And blessed her with His blessing
Of beauty and delight.
Hath heard me day and night,
And blessed her with His blessing
Of beauty and delight.
And my life sings like the water
That runneth to the sea,
For the Lord hath been to my lily
All that I could not be.
That runneth to the sea,
For the Lord hath been to my lily
All that I could not be.
So now I wait with patience
Till all the storm be passed,
And He shall bring my blossom
To Him—and me—at last.
Till all the storm be passed,
And He shall bring my blossom
To Him—and me—at last.
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