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Weeks pass away, the tiny embryo
Little by little increases and expands
To a symmetrical and beauteous plant,
Budding and blossoming and throwing out
Such perfume as no chemist could compound;
A marvelous work and silently performed,
Thus teaching us that oft most grand results
May be obtained by quiet action,
Silent and sublime.

Who can form such a gem? Can mortal hands?
Let science delve and analyze, create and shape
The exact image of the little seed;
Plant it and wait and wait 'till centuries have passed,—
She waits in vain, sunbeams and showers combined
Can never coax to life a lifeless thing;
And thus we learn that some creating power
Not in the reach of man, has touched to life and action
What without, were dead.

Man cannot comprehend this wondrous power,
He can but catch a faint idea of its magnitude
Beyond the reach of science and of thought,
Beyond the limit of the mortal mind
It reaches out, omnipotent, eternal and all-wise
Search for that power, whose stamp is on the earth
Setting in motion every living thing;
Waking to life the flowers, the birds, the trees,
And giving being unto man and beast;
Then you may realize the awful truth,
That man by wisdom cannot find out God.

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