Florence L. Snow.

 
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ACCEPTANCE.

 
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AS THE spirit of the seed, 
Be it germ of flower or weed, 
Palm or willow, oak or pine, 
Yellow grain or clinging vine, 
Waits within its bit of earth 
For its rightful hour of birth, 
Drawing strength from day and night, 
Reaching upward into sight, 
Living in a sweet content 
With its whole environment, 
Destined nothing else to know 
But in its own place to grow^__
So the soul of man should be, 
Accepting thus his destiny. 
 
As the essence of the clod, 
Molded by the hand of God, 
 
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