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MABEL AND THE FLOWERS.
As o'er my sermon silently I bent,Lo! at my side a little maiden stood—
Nor broke the silence—wrapt in scarlet hood
Which fringed her forehead, and new beauty lent
To her fair face. Primrose with violet blent
She brought me, gathered fresh from field or wood;
And seemed herself—so sweet her look and good—
A breathing blossom from God's garden sent.
Nay, like an angel came that little maiden,
With timely help and wisdom from above:
For in the flowers with which her hands were laden
Shone thoughts of God fragrant with peace and love;
Oh, that to me—ascending and descending
Such angel oft appeared such succour lending!
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