THE GARDEN AND THE RAIN.
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"See, every leaf and bud share the pure essence of their life with all around. The sigh of the lightest breeze wakes their charity. They refuse not, as long as any thing remains to give. Hast thou no surplus drops of Heaven's bounty? Hoard them not from thy brother, the frail partaker of the same clay; but, instructed by the branches of thine own implanting, become wise unto eternal life."
