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VOICE OF FLOWERS.
him on her knee, and spake so tenderly in his ear, that he remembered her words when he became a man.
"There are some, who, like the willow, are weepers all their lives long, though they dwell in pleasant places, and the fair skies shine upon them in love. And there are others, who, like the poppy that thou reprovedst, are proud at heart, and despise the humble, whom God regardeth."
"Be thou not like them, my gentle child; but keep ever in thy breast the sweet spirit of the lowly violet, that thou mayest come at last to that blessed place, which pride cannot enter, and where the sound of weeping is unknown."
