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The Snowdrop, by Anna Bunston De Bary |

The Snowdrop

by Anna Bunston De Bary


Close to the sod

There can be seen

A thought of God

In white and green.


Unmarred, unsoiled

It cleft the clay,

Serene, unspoiled

It views the day.


It is so holy

And yet so lowly.

Would you enjoy

Its grace and dower

And not destroy

The living flower?

Then you must, please,

Fall on your knees.


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